The countdown is at forty one hours and counting." I didn't haveto see her face to know she was dead serious.It was a short drive to the private strip... where we were ushered onto atwin engine Lear with Swedish Markings. We all boarded at the sametime, and hadn't even gotten seated before the jet was in its takeoffroll down the runway."Son of a bitch," Jerome grunted as he barely made it to a seat. "It'slike flying Aeroflot all over again."Now we understood why the flight attendant was already. The bodyguards gathered more pail-fulls of soil, adding to Tariq’s collection back home. At the most sacred tombs he presented a sermon to a small, privileged audience. He said that a new direction for Islam was taking shape, a theme he had stuck with throughout his tour of Iran. At Kerbala, however, he included a note about Western nations, a quick note which left the audience confused. He claimed in his ramblings that Islam should prepare to adopt the West as a mother does a bastard son.Most. I went into my room trying to watch tv but after 10 minutes I shut it off and laid down in bed. I couldn't ignore the rhythmic bangs of the bed, Ron grunts as their thighs slapped together or Trish's loud cries of passion. "Ahhh... uhh yes... yes fuck me, fuck me, fuck... mmm me! Yes right there ahhh... uhhh oh yes, yes!" Trish cried out. I turned in bed trying to block them out but even though I was watching. My mind was racing imagining what they were doing. Listening to Trish i began i to. You're not a woman! You're a man dressed as a woman! A cross dresser!" He merely nodded his head and continued crying."Stop crying!" I hissed. "I'm not going to kill you." Normally I would have disappeared in a puff of smoke and made my escape but I didn't need this nut to start screaming about someone going around biting necks. There are some real sick individuals out there who fancy themselves vampires and do just that."I wish you would," the boy replied."What?" I wish you'd kill me. I don't.