The morning light glowing through my eyelids woke me up. I laid there unwilling to move yet. But there was noise. Something familiar, something rhythm...c and moist… a blow job? I shifted slightly, but no, my morning wood was not being serviced. I frowned to myself. The sound continued, a squishy-suckling sound, and then a soft moaning. I forced my eyes open, the room was bright, slowly I turned my head to the right. At the other end of the bed was Shelby, she was still laying on her back, her. It would be like telling about a morning swim using only mountain climbing jargon.Washing his (or was it her) hands, Tom splashed water onto his face. He Trailed her (or was it his) hand down caressing her breast (yeah, that one's right). "No," Tom scolded himself, "not any more, today."Tom stumbled into his kitchen. He swung open the refrigerator to find nothing. Not even a condiment remained. Tom had eaten himself out of house and home. Whether he liked it or not, Tom had to reenter the world. Allah made the women of this town as beautiful as they are because Muslim men can not resist them, and they should not resist them. Remember, the place of the white woman is on her knees; submissive, passive, willing. Go and give her orgasms, many of them, her orgasms will change Europe forever, will change the world forever, their moans of pleasure should and will be heard all across the world."His voice was becoming very loud now."We will witness Eurabia coming to life. This new conquest of. Tomorrow would not be any better and would be a lot more stressful. Vance had napped during the day while I was at the embassy. I checked emails and did a quick VCATS with the office; it was one in the afternoon there.I slept for two hours then I went back to the co-pilots seat to let Vance get up, stretch his legs and hit the head."BJ, it's on autopilot; if you touch any of the controls it goes to manual and you will be flying the plane," he said as he climbed out of his seat.Twenty minutes.