’‘Mmm.’‘What do you mean by that?’She laughed, ‘Well, at least I don’t have to worry about you with her.’‘Huh?’ ‘Don't tell me y...u don't know?’‘Know what?’‘She’s gay, you must have worked that out.’‘That's what Nin said, I had no idea. How do you know? And why am I always the last to know things?’‘Babe, because you are so dense sometimes. Anyway, what will you be wearing for the party? Make sure it's something nice, Kritsada’s parties are always special.’‘Er, OK.’ I wondered once again if she. “But I am told you shared a bed.” He continued.“No, No never.” I protested“Never the less,” he insisted “A complaint has been made, you do know the penalty for adultery here?”I nodded, death, for poor women or a big fine and five years in jail if one had money.“It is your choice,” he continued, “but reclassification would resolve the situation.”Reclassification, the loop hole which allowed our girls to work as concubines, whores, prostitutes within the laws of Arabia, the loop hole I myself. When I got on the three-meter board, I went to the end, checked the bounce, made an adjustment, and checked again. The girl behind Helen told me to hurry up or get off the board. After I did a few calculations in my head, to get the spacing right, I got to the back of the board to go. I crouched a bit and then started the three forward flips down the diving board to land my heels right where I needed them. The bounce put me higher up in the air than I expected, so it was going to be even better. Matt made a 'give' motion with his hands and Marge brought him up to date on my sad story."That's a crying shame" he said, "A good looking piece like you going to waste." You watch it Matt" Marge hissed, "Don't you going getting any ideas." Oh I got an idea honey, but not the kind you're thinking of."Matt got up and left the room and I said, "Honest Marge, even if that is what he was thinking I wouldn't and you know that. You're my best friend."Ten minutes later Matt walked into the room.