It seems to me your community need to have a look at the way you do things and your women need to demand their freedom." You need to learn to say 'no,...'"added Mirri."How can I?" sobbed Secoweya. "I will be beaten for..." What?" Moira Lys and Mirri said in unison. Mirri opened fire first. "You can't tolerate that shit. No-one has the right to lay a hand on you without permission. It's fucking slavery. It's not right..." Shh, don't wake the old girl," Moira Lys cautioned. "She's right, Secoweya.. Not anymore. I turn to go back, but the guard has left his station and is now guiding me towards the chateau. He crosses the front entrance and walks to a side, and when I wait, he gestures towards a door at the side. He knocks on the door and a Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and gestures me to follow. With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still sneak away in to a bathroom or something if I see you. The guard leaves us and the maid. There was the graduation picture of a young woman at the rear corner.The coffee table was nothing more than a wooden type footlocker. It was the type found at the foot of every bunk in a typical barracks. The Gunny had done a pretty good job of reproducing a typical NCO's room, but with a lot more class. There were nice full length drapes on the windows and a very clean looking chrome lap on the desk. The combination bedroom and living room of the studio apartment was small enough that it. It was my son. “Hey.”“Hey Babe, want to talk?”“John, you’re an idiot.” I hung up and laughed. I guess he got over the embarrassment, and now he was going to tease me. I was proud of him. He called Laura yesterday and broke off their affair and did not involve me or use me as the reason he was ending it.I got three more calls from my son during the week. One to find out where his favorite shirt was and two, ‘Hey Babe, want to talk?’ I told him where his favorite shirt was and hung up on him.