" Up to you," Rich said. "I don't know if that's what I would do."Jim understood what Rich meant. Post-game parties at the frat lodge were for young m...n trying to make time with cute sorority girls, rock bands with oversized speakers and cute sorority girls competing with each other. The parties didn't attract many receptionists and fifth year students."I see what you mean," Jim said. "It wouldn't look right to go to the game and then skip out on the party." What do you care what it looks. She opened the door with seduction. But to our dismay, it wasn’t my friend, but it was Fatima. Fatima came inside and giggled. When she came to know of our plan, she begged Maya to take her along as her husband was out of town.Maya said she wanted me to see her getting fucked. We finally came to the conclusion that I will watch Maya getting fucked for some time. Then Fatima will take me to her home. There she will also share me with her sister Mariyam from Dubai. Since Maya was very horny, I. She knew she was being paranoid but she couldn’t shakethe feeling that somebody was watching her. She walked a little faster making sure she could stillsee the ice cream girl in front of her, just a littlebit longer she thought and then I’ll be safe. She pulledup the hood on her Hoodie and nervously fingered the gunin her handbag, it made her feel more relaxed and calmknowing that if anything should happen she hadprotection. She was almost home now and walked faster, passing theice. And they never woke up.We were stunned and when we all met at the family home in Illinois, there were lots of tears, hugs and sharing of memories. It was strange, but Mom and Dad's death opened deep painful wounds in both of us, and yet seemed to heal us at the same time. Over the last six months it has been a rare three-day period where we haven't spoken on the phone or shared emails. We both discovered that while we were each living our own version of the American dream, it was not all.