Nadeeya Osman and I have known each other for years, but she’s always been one of those people I disapproved of. For starters, Nadeeya is a total to...boy who wears pants and never covers her hair the way a proper Muslim sister is supposed to. This chick plays basketball for the University of Ottawa. I used to tease Nadeeya for her westernized ways and we argued endlessly over things. I wouldn’t say I considered Nadeeya a friend because we butted heads over issues of religion and politics.. I’m not used to many calls, especially so early in the morning. I picked it up and said hello. ‘Good morning, Mrs. Lynch, this is Isabella De Carlo. I’m calling from Mr. Blackwell’s office.’ I’d never heard of either of them. ‘Hello, Miss De Carlo, how may I help you?’ ‘Mr. Blackwell would like to see you immediately, do you know where we’re located?’ ‘I’m afraid not.’ ‘Take the elevator up to the top floor, we’re in the executive suite.’ A million thoughts raced through my mind as I rode the. … What to do?Me: shit….We don’t have moneyHari: don’t worry I will give you….Me: thanks …Very thanks……You are a great person…Hari: but…Mom: what?Hari: I want something in returnMe: what do you want?Hari kept his hands on mom’s shoulder and smiledI was angered but didn’t make noise to not create a sceneMe: what the fuck are you saying.. Its mother !!Hari: so what? If you want money to accept offer or else give me back my money nowMom to me: son let me do this… If we want to go to Chennai we need. Beth could see a plan to gain entrance forming in Tanya's devious, sexually oriented mind:Beth pretends to be 'in need'.'What?''Hard up for drugs, darling... ''That's not hard, my eyeballs are still dilated. See? These lights are so bright that I can barely look at them!''Go right up to the guy at the door and wrap yourself around him. Take some of that 'lust' floating around in the air and radiate it right through his loins. Let him see your hot costume – your 'fuck-me-now!' Phantom dress –.