He lifted up a hand-held speed detector. ‘There’s also a camera constantly recording in the front of my car. Is that enough proof for you?’ This...was trouble. Sandy couldn’t afford any another ticket. Then she noticed the officer’s wandering eyes briefly glancing at her chest every now and then. Perhaps I can charm my way out of this, she thought. She leaned forward towards the window, giving him a better view down her top. Thanks to the heat, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and she hoped the sight. I visited Nathan several times that night to check on him, he was a very nice man. I returned home after work, the house was empty, the k**s were off to school and husband to work. I was drained and couldn't wait to get to get to bed. Anyone who works in hospital with sick people all the time, knows to shower before bed. I turned on the shower and stripped down for a nice hot shower before bed. As I was washing withy eyes closed my mind began to wonder. I began to think of Nathan such a kind. "That would be lovely Linda.".Linda made the tea and we sat in her lounge drinking the tea and making small talk about all things but more about me and how married life was suiting me. Towards the end of the cup of tea our conversation had turned to holidays. Linda pointed to a photo on the top of a cabinet. "That's me in Cyprus". I couldn't see the photo properly from where I was sat so got up from the chair and went over to the photo to get a proper look. I picked the photo up and cheekily. I used to wear abaya, hijab, gloves and cover myself from top to bottom like most arab girls in saudi arab. I was taught by my mother and elders not to look at men and stay away from them. So I was following that way and religious Islamic law. In my teenage. I had feelings to speak and look at men and started to like men. I had interest to listen stories from other women while talking about men. By that time I even understood as what happens when it's wedding night from my aunts and cousins. I.