Now, he wanted to see how different it was with a white. He knew it would be spicier, the promise of a randy English slut accepting anything Zaid want...d to do to her stimulated the fifty year old Somali but he refused to masturbate. He would save his formidable sperm for the white pussy he would target tomorrow. Confident and eager, he helped himself to some sambuusa (a Somali snack), listened to Fartuun and fashioned his lines of seduction.The following morning Zaid was at the shop early and. The bad news is you are not going to heaven…”“You said ‘should’ right? I’m not really going to hell am I?” Alan questioned timidly to the voice that had his future in his hands.“Seems you caught me there, yes to put it simply god has an alternative place for people like you. You can in some way call it the purgatory.” The voice answered.“But I have not done anything wrong in my life… I mean some lies and maybe I could have gone to church more but still, I have not done anything that bad. And I. ’ ‘You’ll get his attention when you need it Suzy.’ ‘No Misha, I want his attention all the time. I need to have him make me shine out, be the best in the production, have all eyes on me. I need to be the one that everyone looks at, and no-one else.’ Like a cornucopia her need for attention could never be filled, and Misha sat looking at the beautiful creature in front of him, her meal forgotten, her mood swung down low by the failure to get focused a mans attention only on her. Picking up her. I only have this: I love my daughter and want her to love me.”They fell together in a hug and I think, in front of John, Janet, Lisa, Yvonne, and myself, they healed years of bad feelings.“I love you, Mom. Are we OK?”“Yes, dear, we’re OK. You can continue to process the court cases if you like. I owe you. Anything I can do to make up for how I treated you, I will.”“No. Let Daddy go, and the only thing we’ll do together is heal and spend some time. I don’t get out to California often unless.