Before I could stand up straight, Carol’s arms were around my neck, her warm smile turned into a pucker, and our lips met. We stood in the open doo...rway, with the cold February wind swirling around us until I heard her furnace kick on. She pulled back and whispered ‘ welcome home, Bob, it’s been a long two weeks.’ I set the wine and the grocery bag down, and reached for her again. This time, she flashed an impish grin and ducked out of the way just as I heard the kitchen timer ring. As she ran. Can I help you?" Ah... yes," Amanda said hesitantly. "Could you tell me if Cindy is there?" This is Cindy." Oh... ah, hi. This is Amanda Carson. You may not remember me, but we were seniors together two years ago in high school. Anyway, I happen to have been given two tickets for the National Shakespeare Company's production of 'Othello', and I was just wondering if you might... ah... you know... ah... want to go to see it with me?"There was a long pause from the other end of the line before. It was just minutes before Flight 356 of American Airlines would take off from Dubai International Airport.The Russian was in the wealthy oil-state to play some exhibition matches that surrounded this year's official World Tennis Association tournament. Her back was still not up to the task of playing full competition, but some single-setters in a more relaxed atmosphere were no big problem, especially because she had her personal physiotherapist at hand. The organizers made no problem of. I hated skirts…but Id do anything to please Him, and get pleased in return. I put on a bit of blush to add colour to my already pink cheeks and a bit of clear gloss. Tada, Im ready to face Him. I was shaking a bit, in anxiety and excitement. I had never met him before, but I had been his slave for weeks already. I sat silently on the front stoop waiting to be picked up and brought to his house. After 5 minutes of waiting, the car finally came. The driver let me out, as He opened the front door..