Leaving myself naked and exposed on the couch and masturbating like that was exciting, partly because of the risk, but I didn't want to get caught. So...I waited. Finally, after a couple of minutes of listening to hear for sounds outside, I felt I was in the clear. I began to strip right out there in the living room, curtains still not closed, the neighbors would be able to see me if they were to look my way. I didn't care, at this point, I was controlled by the chase for pleasure. I could. . I wanted him, naked in his bed. Fuck the beer, let's just get it on.But I managed to string a couple of words together, "sure, sounds good."We sat next to one another on the couch, but I made a conscious decision not to sit too close to him. He was having none of it and moved in closer to me. I swear, he knew exactly what I was thinking and asked me if I was nervous and shy.I told him I was both and proceeded to ask him why he had invited me back to his place.He didn't reply. Instead he put. Yasmina told me that even though lots of Muslim men were out there doing terrible things, many Muslims were peaceful and friendly. Don’t generalize and don’t judge for only God can judge mankind, she admonished me. In spite of myself, I became curious. I found myself wanting to trust again. Yasmina helped me get back on my feet. With some help from the department of social services, I got myself a one-bedroom apartment and got cleaned up. I gave up the drugs and the booze, and I got myself a. " Yeah, I have a feeling the swim this afternoon was the last straw. Thank you for setting that up." This time, there was no slap, but a very sensual caress over both cheeks."Hmmm. Don't make promises you can't keep, Sweetie. Especially now."He worked on her in silence for a while, and she thought that strange. "I would think you would be just bubbling over, but you're awfully quiet." It's just that your body leaves me speechless," he quipped."You can't possibly be trying to sweet-talk your way.