“Come in,” whispered the Imam, holding the door wide.Vasilla ducked beneath the threshold.“Quite a time at the mosque.”“Why didn’t anyone ...ell me?”“It was all arranged. Sooner or later you would have found out. I’m sorry it had to happen this way, but now you know.”“What do I do now?”“Well, this too has been arranged with the blessings of Allah and his holiness Khozem Bengaliwala.”“Who is Kho- Kho-, who’s that?”“He is your servant, as you are his master.”“Wait right there! I’m not anyone’s. ." Diane smiled. "My mom and dad were raving alcoholics; they were abusive to each other, and they were abusive parents too. My mom would beat the hell out of my dad when he was passed out drunk - I mean she just wailed on him sometimes. Dear old dad would get back at her when he sobered up - which wasn't often - by dragging my mom to their bedroom and sexually assaulting her. First you'd hear her screams of resistance when she knew he was in "one of those moods", then her pleading, begging,. I saw them sitting on each end of the sofa, and that Larry was wearing a bathrobe with his legs slightly apart. They were looking at me with lust in their eyes, as an extended hand led me to seat between them. Stepping backwards, they both got more than an eyeful of my bare ass as I sat down. The tiny jacket layered softly against my crotch, while my stiff nipples playfully exposed themselves. I remember feeling Larry's muscular leg softly pressing against mine, making me crazy as I sat there. I would mention my 42 year old father, but I havent seen him in so long I honestly have no idea. He didnt leave us or anything, hes just never around because hes always off on business trips. I never thought that I could be the type of person that I am today. It was a long metamorphosis, but here is my story. I woke up at 7am in a daze. It was my first day in high school and the first time Id be going to school with my sister Katie in a while. I remember back when I entered Jr. High and she.