RSVP to:Sheik Al-Hussaim,Ministry of the Interior,BruneiAs each guest and entourage arrived, they were escorted to the garden by two attractive slaves... dressed in flowing pantaloons and chemise of sheer silk organdy, in striped green and violet, the colors of the Sheik. In the garden, a semicircle of couches had been set up around a central platform, to provide excellent viewing to all the guests. Each couch was identified with the name of the guest. The couches were framed by two low tables; on. "Come on, beautiful, let's go find somewhere we can talk."We waved goodbye to Helen and I headed for the school library, I wasn't planning on going inside but there were a couple of benches outside that should give us somewhere to sit and talk.I looked into Kirsty's eyes and tried to project sincerity with all my might. "I want to tell you about something that happened to me a few days ago, something that you know about without knowing all the details."Kirsty's eyes were still wide and looked. I took Mika and Ann into the gym where we used the treadmills, followed by machines for them and free weights for me. I loved the way it made me feel energized.We went upstairs where I did my triple S and dressed in a suit for today. I gave my girls a smooch so that they would think about getting up. They awoke and smooched me in return before getting out of bed. I was almost surprised at how upbeat both of them were since they were pregnant. I wondered if Willy was as happy. I told them both. "Well put. Will you promise me that this won't happen again?"No. How could Chris promise that? It wasn't up to him. He had to stick to his word and hurt Jerry every time he pushed Shahia around. He figured that he'd have to go through this all over again at least once. But first, he was going to do a bit of boxing training, learn how to protect his head. He knew how this would come across, but he couldn't do anything else. Did he have to do this today? Reluctantly he shook his head."Well, that.