This season will be the last time you make love to me at Karbala. Sheffie thought you should have the chance to deflower me like a proper Karbalan gir...."I chuckled for a moment, thinking of my imaginative third wife. I pulled the blankets back and gazed at Michal's loveliness. The pale white and blue ribbon was tied tight across her pubis in traditional Karbalan fashion. In my passion with my first night with Sheffie, I never admired the more interesting qualities of this practice. But tonight!. She was wearing just a slurp shirt and nothing else. Dad was off somewhere for work. Mom asked me what was wrong and why was I home on Saturday night? I told her I did not want to talk about it. She gave me some wine and we watched TV. She continued to probe and I gave in and told her the problem, I told all about my hair trigger. Mom said that I need practice. I asked mom if she had been with other guys and how were they. Mom looked a little uneasy and I told her we were being open and all. .. perhaps she wasn't good enough for even Hank!Kim sank to her knees by the door, sobbing, crushed by the terrible truth she was discovering about herself. After all, even though she was drugged and drank a lot, even though Klaus did force her to a certain degree, she had liked it! Liked it? She had loved it! She had loved every depraved minute of it! By the time the others came into the room, by the time Nichole had taken the pictures--her head snapped up. Nichole had taken pictures! Why?. She fired off a text to James telling him to collect his stuff from her building. She went into the little office she created out of the second bedroom in her flat and started planning the Thompson’s new nursery. At around seven thirty Ryan looked up from his computer. He’d been lost in a chain of emails that had left him frustrated- his intention was just to return a few messages and exchange pleasantries with a few people he’d met at the CyberEntrepreneur Forum a few weeks earlier, but.