As soon as my wife left the room to go to the bathroom, Dalia's face turned from happy to mean. I knew right away that wasn't going to end well for me. She exhaled the smoke, then she said in a cold voice, "Head under my toes." I had no choice but to do as she says. I prostrated myself on the ground and positioned the right side of my forehead beneath her right foot. She had her legs crossed, with her right leg resting on...