.. I suppose that I would face the terrible news and break it to you. I just dreaded very much. Hannah ... isn’t a virgin. I don’t know how or whe... or where it was taken from her, but my daughter has played the harlot in my house. The trouble is that I still love her, she’s still my daughter, and I do not wish her to be stoned. Nor does Deborah.“If you married her and discovered that she didn’t bleed as a maiden would, we would have to let you put her to death. We could never forgive you for. They arrived at the 1500-square-foot bungalow.Abel admired the place. “Very nice, son!”“Thanks, mama.” Amiel replied with the Georgian word for dad.Unlike many other languages, Georgian was much older and unrelated. Therefore, they did not have similar word for mother and father. To the untrained, it seemed that the terms were reversed. Deda for moms. Mama for fathers.Marine made hinkali, a dumpling filled with a beef meatball and the broth it was cooked in. She also made a dessert of walnuts. "Take of everything", the head-guard repeated to Jo. "Or this man will die!"Scared beyond believe Jo followed his orders and took of her torn dress. Nude except for her string she stood in front of the guards. The head-guard looked at her with a satisfied smile on his face."Small titts", he stated and his huge hands grabbed Jo's left breast. "But firm", he said appraisingly. Surprisingly gentle his fingers caressed her nipple and Jo couldn't help to slightly moan once.The head-guard stepped. I took a deep breath not only to calm my nerves, but to prepare for the six block walk ahead of me to the pier. I noticed that the guard was starring at me still in his entranced way as I walked from the visitor parking. Since I needed to cross the road to start my long walk to the pier, I decided to call over to him, ‘I would like to thank you for the assistance. Have a pleasant day!’ He smiled and then ducked back into the guard station. I turned and started my long slow walk to the pier.