“There’s nothing in his medical history that indicated any issues,” Doctor Washington said. “His cholesterol is good; his blood sugar is good;... his triglycerides are good; he doesn’t smoke and hasn’t had a drop of alcohol in about 30 years; and he runs on the treadmill at least three times a week.”“So clean living isn’t the answer?” I grinned.“Malik, if you agree with him...” Al said menacingly.“You know I’m kidding, Al!” I laughed. “You know my diet and exercise regimen. And ever since my. You're bladder got in the way a little too much and it got damaged. The doctor's who performed your surgery think that you'll have to wear nappy's for the rest of your life so you don't wet your clothes. Poor little Andrea has it worse though, her bladder and her bowels got damaged, and so she has to wear nappy's too in case she wets or poo's herself, that poor litle girl." The tears we're streaming down my face, both myself and Andrea would be wearing nappy's our entire lives and there wasn't. "Many of us had tears rolling down our cheeks as we stood in line waiting for the king to bring in the Japanese party. Suddenly the door opened and in strode the king in all his finery followed by the Japanese is severe almost military style suits. The contrast in dress was extreme. "Lady and gentlemen be so good as to choose the slaves for your pleasure tonight," the king bowed his head slightly and stepped back. For a few seconds eight eyes scanned the line and almost immediately the woman. .but?" Brad said hopefully."...but fine." I sighed. "We have a deal."* * * * * * * * * *"What are you doing in there? We're going to be late!" Brad yelled fromoutside my room. Our parents had put off their honeymoon until the end ofthe school year, and were in Paris until the end of the month, so we hadthe entire house to ourselves. Thankfully this meant we wouldn't have toexplain Brad's harebrained scheme to them, or why their other son was nowin a strapless, ruched, crimson red minidress and.