She would never let her son die of heart failure or hepatitis. And when Mustafa failed to sit and take, like medicine, his nightly dose of Arabic, she...slapped him, and Mustafa fought back, slapping her. Her nails pierced his fleshy arms. His spit flew into her face. The shouting could be heard in every room of the apartment building.They mostly fought at the doorway. Mustafa would try to leave the apartment, most likely to visit with friends whom he knew from the local school. She would stand. Dmitri knelt at her feet to position a long, black nail in the middle of her foot and drew the hammer back high above his head. She let her head loll back and moaned until the hammer fell and the moan became a piercing shriek, which continued while another two firm blows drove the iron through both feet and into the timber beneath. Alexandra quivered from head to toe but she was held immobile while Dmitri worked. She panted hoarsely for a few moments, tears streaming down her face, until he. That night she wore a new sheer outfit ( which WAS totally hot) and crawled in bed and rocked my world! Never one to question a good thing, I simply enjoyed it!The next day, I followed her again. I noticed her skirt was shorter than what my "conservative in public" wife normally wore.Again- she went to that semi secluded bench at the water's edge. I noticed her short skirt left little to the imagination.Two college boys walked past, and damned if she didn't flash them! "Holy FUCK!" I thought.. It was just after eleven o'clock local time when the Ambassador decided that they were probably there to arrest Berkowitz if he stepped outside the Embassy. She consulted the State Department in Washington, and they referred her to the Pentagon. The Pentagon knew all about the previous evening's little flurry, because the President had spoken to them earlier, but they referred the Ambassador to the White House. Sharon Klein was worried when the President ordered that Master Gunnery Sergeant.