" I don't see a downside, unless you are just phenomenally ugly."Friday laughed. "I am not ugly. I am intelligent. That is the problem. Those men like...simple wives who take orders and never think. And even if I return I will not be a virgin."She felt a twitch in Dieter's cock and smiled to herself. "So have you solved your problem? You are close." You're from a recent French colony- not Southeast Asia. What is your independence day?" August 15, 1960."Friday felt a jump and a steady swell in. "where's over here?" i asked. "its pretty dark and i can't see a thing." just follow the sound of my voice." she purred.i did as she asked and noticed a little light shining dimly just a few feet away. i slowly made my way over to the table and was almost stopped in my tracks. before me was one of the sexiest women i have seen. it was jalen. this was the same woman that i had been fantasizing about since the first day i saw her. we both live in harper dorm. in fact, she stays two doors down. We chatted for a couple of minutes as they collected the water and dishes. I had them both giggling again when I told them they looked as if they were college student sisters instead of mother and daughter. After they departed I lay there thinking about how, regardless of culture, at the core people were just people. Jamilah and Adara were normal healthy women craving some interaction with a male who appreciated them. I was determined to grow that feeling with them; after all, it wasn't exactly. I had only seen him a few times coming and going within the past week. He was wearing faded jeans that fit him very loosely and a t-shirt that had seen better days. He was an emo for sure. Shaggy, jet black hair and make-up applied sparingly yet deeply over his young, smooth face. I asked him if I could help and gave the key a few firm twists. Then I said "Well k**do, looks like you'll have to call the maintenance guy to let you in and he's gone for the day." He frowned a bit, his thin, painted.