But I digress. Let us get back to the story at hand: the story of Ali's Dream… I knew that the girl was coming today so I left explicit instructions...to Ali. I told her that while I was at work she would "entertain" our guest in a way that was befitting. I told her that she would first make our girl comfortable in our home and relaxed… give her a glass of wine and sit close to her. Talk small talk with her while letting her smell her sweet perfume show her her pretty smile, make her laugh with. Sally. I would be very happy to know that they were in a safe, loving, home. I will pull some strings and get them passports and permits...”“Thank you, sir.” She looked at the two girls in turn. “Vy mozhete poyti so mnoy. No vy dolzhny vyuchit’ angliyskiy yazyk i userdno rabotat’.” (You may come with me. But you must learn English and work hard.)One of the girls – I was fairly sure it was the same one each time, but they were so alike I couldn’t be certain – responded. “My budem khoroshimi. My back? I forced my eyes open to realize I was on a horse. Why was I on a horse? I tried to lift my hand to my face, but they were bound. Panic set in, and I screamed as I began to thrash around. What the hell was going on? Why was I on a horse? Why was I bound? The horse came to a sudden stop and I screamed again. I forced a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. Oh my sweet Jesus, was I dead? I was in the bailey of some keep. It wasn’t Cien’s keep though. It was far dirtier, and. Of course his associates and backers might've fought harder to change his mind if they could ever have imagined that Sandra would actually wind up in the number one spot. Yet, in those days when all seemed to be going their way, who could've believed that the former All State Running Back, who was actually eighteen months younger than Sandra and in great shape for a man his age, would just drop dead one fall morning when a tiny artery in his brain burst.After they have carried him to his rest,.