She was married to a good friend of mine so we respected one another’s space. It was going to be a real bitch to tell her. I gave some thought to ca...ling her cell phone to tell her just to drop everything where it was and to hell with the bank. Instead, I waited in the downtown branch’s lobby for her. She had a right to know what had happened before she made any further holiday plans. I just hoped that she and Jeff could survive on his pay until I landed something else for us, if I could. ‘Hey. She loved her father dearly. He had died mysteriously of a heart attack when Maryam was sixteen. As a care-taker she gave her three brothers nothing less than her love, because this particular woman overflowed with a bountiful love. At a young age she changed the diapers. She fed them milk and made their food. She held them as they slept. She married Queresh of Arabia at the age of seventeen, as her father had arranged. She was left her brothers behind in Surat. Queresh prospered in the. One time a petite girl was in the hall area of the washroom. She was highly intoxicated and no one else was around. She was a cute gal with straight long jet black hair that fell well below her waist. Tanned olivey complexion. Flawless skin. Red lipstick. All dolled up for a night of wildness. She would get it. Sexy black shoes that wrapped up her legs and were tied in a bow above her knees. A black spaghetti strap dress that hugged her little hour glass frame tightly. Andrew came up behind her. We know we each other likes and we've pared it down to the minimum basically. I think we're both more concerned with making sure we get enough sleep and all that. Naked breakfasts just don't happen anymore." I guess I've never been with anybody long enough for a routine to really get established." I said."Well it happens. You can do stuff to mix it up, but over time I think it's inevitable." She sighed again. "At least I get to live vicariously through you." She finished with smirk. "What was.