About a week after the first big exam, a group of students were around my desk, discussing the day’s lesson and trying to understand the finer point... that were emphasized on the week’s homework set. Hovering around the back was a senior named Margery. She was a smaller, somewhat lean Asian girl with long hair perpetual in a ponytail that would’ve reached to the middle of her back if she let it down. She was pretty in a soft and feminine way and favored knee-length skirts and long sleeve. "Maybe, but it's going to take me a long time to get over my father'sdeath, I think," Cynthia replied. It certainly was going to take somegetting used to being a woman and getting chatted up by men. Desmond wasobviously an amateur. There would be others with more serious intent andwith more skilled at it. Still this Cynthia had a defence against themall: 'she' was really a man who didn't fancy other men.***The rest of the funeral had consisted of more awkward confrontations withdistant. Some conniving would have to take place. Brad knew what he had to do.Little did Jerri know that he had searched the net long and hard and handpicked a handful of black men for Jerri. He told them all about his wife in great detail, including pictures so they could get a visual taste of his wife. He hoped this information would help seduce his wife one day.October 22nd was their thirteenth wedding anniversary and, somehow, Brad convinced Jerri to leave the k**s with the sitters and head. I mentioned to one of the doctors that I was going to a small village northeast of al Rabat to set up a small medical clinic. We chatted for a while and I accepted his invitation to join their convoy. The Doctors Without Borders were a well-intentioned group and most of their volunteers had no political agenda, so I accepted. Joining them would delay my departure by a day, but crossing into Iraq as part of a larger group would be much safer, especially since they were going to fall in behind a.