’After ‘questions’ from ‘friendly’ persons, I could take the Maytag to Stockholm. I did.Stockholm to London.London to Nuuk ... no ... really...... Nuuk. N.U.U.K ... Nuuk, Greenland.Then, on to Ottawa, Canada.The fun and games began in Ottawa. I have a New Zealand passport. The sitting President of the United States had declared me alive again. So I am a citizen in the USA. No longer a ‘persona non grata’, I was ‘grata’ again ... but not everyone who got the memo read it ... and EVERYONE got the. Barely five minutes in he rested his hand on my knee and gazed into my eyes while I talked, saying nothing. Stroking my knee, we started talking about our various hookups, to which he was surprised that I had had such little experience. I confessed I was a virgin and I couldn’t have sex with him and he was very understanding. His big brown eyes made me so horny. I was really happy to know that he was Punjabi too.We started talking about body hair, which he had very little and I only on my arms. This was only partly due to her innate ability with languages; she had also made the fortuitous choice of Arabic, in which there were relatively few specialists and for which there was increasing demand. There were other factors as well.She recalled that when they wanted to influence an important man once before, her friend Maria had done 'anything' to get what she wanted, even talked her room-mate into bedding someone she didn't like just to smooth Maria's path.'To be fair to Maria, it helped. Mystery! John had not realised she wasin a Care home. Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door neighbour Mr Dawkins rushing in to his porch out of thepouring rain. Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourself."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In.