It was next to impossible for me to believe this was my Lisa, the happy, innocent, loving wife who, less than two months ago, could not speak the word ‘c**k’…Lisa who blushed when she saw me looking at her naked body…Lisa who adored her son…Lisa who cried at birthday celebrations and on Christmas Eve like a little kid.
I watched as my dear Lisa took the pen in her hand and quickly signed the bottom of the document. The old woman picked up the tablet. Lisa stood, her head still bowed. The old woman stepped down from the platform. Lisa followed her, finally taking her place about ten feet behind the Emir’s wheelchair. The old woman gave the contract to Allard. Then, she attached black cuffs to Lisa’s wrists. Lisa put her hands behind her back and the woman clipped the cuffs together.
