"Jorge was your husband?" Nah, he was just my boyfriend, but we were together for a long time. When I came out of the fever and found out the son of a...bitch was dead, I told myself 'Good riddance!' but damn if I don't miss his sorry ass. Pretty fucked up, huh?" Not really. He was familiar. We tend to stick with the familiar, no matter how unpleasant. Best thing you can do is move on. " Yeah," she snorted, "like there's somebody on this trip that wants to hook up with a Chicana from the barrio.. High School being High School, by Monday morning it had spread all round the school and she wasn't happy. This wasn't good news, she was one of the rough girls, not ugly, but not drop dead and big, but not obese, constantly wearing her own coat, well known for scrapping and even some of the teachers were wary of her, so naturally I was trying to keep my head down for the day/week/year.Dinnertime rolls round and I'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her so far. Then I made my best mistake, I. The first thing we did was to take a course in Arabic, spoken with a Lebanese accent. Yes, we knew that Arabic was not the first language of most countries of the Middle East, but everybody associated with ISIL spoke enough Arabic to communicate with everybody else in the organization. We also took a course in Islam so that we would not step on any religious toes. I was circumcised, so that was a non-problem. Beth still had her clit, but that was important only in Egypt, so we didn’t worry. My hair was dry and hanging down in waves to my waist. I had a long jeweled barrette in my hair at the back of my head. I took a quick look at myself in the mirror behind the couch and liked what I saw. My blue eyes were radiant and glittering with excitement. My dress was thin but you couldn't see me through its pale blue coloring. My hard nipples, however, were poking through the material, indicating my sexual arousal. They also made my braless state obvious. Not so obvious was my lack of.