" Sir," pleaded Jordan. I rolled my eyes. "This prick over here--" he paused because of Dr. Kilgore's face. "--excuse me. But...this guy was harassing...Malik. He came by and slapped his...butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans."Is this true?" said the man, looking to me."Well...yeah, but...I don't really--" Young man," he sternly said. "Bullying is bad; no exceptions. And you..." he pointed to my old friend.. She had thought of wearing gloves in the way that some of the other ladies did, but felt, somehow, that this would be cheating. Katie O'Brien wanted it to be just her own naked body interacting with the water. Even the tiny bikini, which the lifeguards still eyed with immense disapproval, was a nuisance, and she looked forward so eagerly to her regular weekends at the coast where she could cast her one hundred per cent unclothed, liberated body into the sea. Then she felt like some kind of. The seating arrangements at the tables were that you would be seated opposite your partner as opposed to alongside, a social trick to help break the ice and encourage conversation between strangers.It doesn’t take a genius to work out that I would be placed alongside my husband’s very attractive boss.As I stood behind my allocated chair checking my name on the place card, my husband’s boss stood behind me and gestured to slide the chair to allow me to take my seat. I looked ahead at my husband. Is it Fatima?"Fatima? Hamid's fiancée whom he was more and more sure he would never marry. He was thrown by the question into honesty."No. It's my brother. I've just been on the phone to him." Allah! I knew it! Where is he now? Is he still in Pakistan?" I don't know," Hamid said with uncertainty, but keeping his voice low. "He might be in Afghanistan. He might be back in Jeddah. He might even be in America." America?" piped in a stoned Sadik. "I've always wanted to go to America. Hamburgers..