"I think it will come as a little shock to him that hewill have to call the brothel, make an appointment to have sex with hiswife and then pay for the... privilege of it. Just because he's my husbanddoesn't mean he'll get any freebies."I heard the door lock click and hurried out to the foyer to greet Helenwith a curtsy as I was instructed to do very night when she returnedhome. She gave me a once over and handed me her handbag and made her wayto the living room. I quickly returned to the kitchen. And because he had many over the years, I learned many fighting styles, and it seems that thanks to my genes, I had a knack for it." How do you mean?" Well, my mum was a gymnast, and it seems that I inherited her genes for sports." Well, you sure are very flexible. But ... where did you learn Krav Maga?"Now Sylvia almost giggled and said, "A bodyguard, who was also a friend of my dad, taught me when I was 16 and ... because he was only 24 ... we ... well, we became a little more than good. I immediately got a set of lessons and practised like mad to gain my license, quickly passing the theory exam before getting an early practical test as someone else had cancelled. I practised and prayed that I would pass and Emily seemed just as excited as I was as this new found mobility would bring us closer together. On the day of the test it was cold and miserable with heavy rain driven by a sharp northerly wind that cut through you like a knife. I was apprehensive when I met the examiner. .”“Jessica! I do not care for, or about your opinion. Get the invitation made and sent to the Sullivan woman. You let me handle the thinking around here.”“Yes, Ma’am, Aunty Johnson, Right away.”Mr. Chin was an artist. His art had been taught to him by his father, whose father taught him. Going back centuries, the Chin family were artists. Their art was one of the first steps of civilization, the written word. Whether marks in a clay tablet or mass-produced ink on paper books, the written word.