Their plane landed at the Freedom International Airport outside Baghdad late in the afternoon. The gentle jolt of the tires hitting the runway woke Os...ar from his short nap. Looking around, he yawned and then asked, “Where are we?”“Baghdad,” answered Penny as she stood and stretched.Ed opened the door and stepped back as a wave of hot air rushed into the plane. He said, “It feels like it is about a hundred and ten outside. That wouldn’t be so bad, but it’s humid.”“It’s the rivers,” commented. A message returned from The General ‘Congratulations, a splendid capture. Make a spectacle of their execution. Let all see what happens to the King’s supporters’Ling read it and sent another more detailed message. It was difficult contradicting General Burton, but he wasn’t keen to be seen to be executing two young women. He explained that it might make them into martyrs that the enemy armies could march to avenge. Perhaps in time they might be bargaining chips. He was also acutely aware that. “Where are you taking me,” he asked.“We’re going to the spare bedroom and I’m going to get you off because I won’t be of any use to you when I get home tonight. You can finger me to see how much I’ve changed while I wank you off.”“What about Sammy?”“It’s good of you to ask but he’ll be okay. I told him that I needed to spend some time with you before we go out and he is okay with that, this time. There may be times when he is not okay with it but that’s something we will have to contend with. So many people there, so many colors & smells, such a clash of senses. The Pujari, hindu priest was a mature man, no older than Daddi but he definitely works out. So this Pujari did his chants, blessed people & then for some reason my friends dragged me to be blessed by him. Don't know why since I was not Hindu, I never expressed interest in the hindu religion until Punjabi Daddi invited me to a nearby cement hut where the Pujari had all his candles, prayer beads & all these paintings of.