When he arrived, Asif looked ill, but his wife was buoyant, radiant, and talkative. She and Samira sat close together, while Tariq and Asif stood stif...ly with warm tea. Asif dressed in a cotton kurta and topee, while Tariq was arranged in a top heavy turban and gold kurta.Asif pushed the FAC idea further, even though it was a social occasion. Tariq was also in the mood for business. He resisted convening the FAC, even though Asif insisted that all Islamic republics supported the ending of. Finally she walked closer to my chair and cleared her throat."I had invited my parents for dinner. Do you want me to call and ask them not to come?" Debbie asked in a quivering voice."No, not at all. Their fiftieth wedding anniversary is quite a milestone, wouldn't you say? How many couples stay married that long?" I hoped she might sense a little irony in that.Debbie sobbed and returned to the kitchen. Just as the game ended, her parents rang the bell. I opened the door and welcomed them with. "Well Tish, so you decided to pay me a visit after all." Please," she said, looking up and down the hall, "may I come in?" Of course... if you came dressed as I asked." I am... Please let me in... If anyone sees me here..." Ah, ah, not so fast. Show me that you've done what I asked, then you may come in." You mean here, in the hall?" she asked incredulously."In the hall," he nodded, smiling.Nervously the lovely blonde looked up and down the hallway and seeing no one, unbuttoned the blouse. Instead hewas eager to heard Mr. Mathias talk.Corey opened up his jacket, showing his pretty blouse, and flicking hishair in a feminine way, looking into Mr. Mathias' eyes."Mr. Mathias," he said in a soft, almost sweet, girlish voice. "I thoughtabout you all last night." Oh Corey, this is so wrong." But I have thought of you too, and Corey my darling I think you are themost beautiful girl... oh... I mean boy." Oh call me your girl, please. I feel like your girl, and please hug me."They were.