‘hey sleeping beauty’ the words coming from inside the car confused me. ‘wakey wakey, time to rise’ the car fading then gone as I woke slowly ...o Jim whispering in my ear. ‘good morning Sarah, welcome to a beautiful day’ he kissed my cheek softly as I reached up and pulled him down to me. ‘easy tiger, I have plans for us today’ he resisted. With my dream still fresh, my feelings where a little rattled. My normal compliant self began to sit up, releasing him. Then without a second thought I. ”“Oh, you can be sure of that,” George answered and winked at Rosie in a way that, for some reason, sent a shiver through her.“Bedtime, young lady, your uncle has to be at work early tomorrow and us old folk need our bed. I will pop in to say goodnight later. Only one bathroom, I am afraid. So you go and have your bath first, we will come up later,” Mary said as she cleared away the supper things.Rosie lay back in the warm water and gently stroked herself between the legs. She was proud of the. Bingo, across the sofa was my little black dress, my shoulder bag and my shoes sat on the floor. Still no panties. My dress is made of some magic fabric because I gave it a shake, slipped it over my head, zipped it up and smoothed it with my hands and it looked remarkedly decent. I slung my bag over my arm, picked up my shoes and tip-toed towards the front door. Just before I turned the handle I heard the clank of pipes which told me the shower had been shut off.I slipped out the door, shoes in. In the UK as mosques are small women generally do not go to Friday prayers. Hafsah also got into the shower and purified her body, but her purpose was to please Patrick and not Allah. Hafsah had then changed into a long black abayah which covered her skin from the neck down to her ankles. Hafsah was know in a state of hijab, this was the Islamic term for modesty and is meant to prevent sinful sex. Although in Hafsah's case it was having the opposite effect, as she was planning on having some.