... but his emails were quite flirty and i thought why not.When i arrived i asked if i could take a quick shower as a baby had thrown up on the tube a...d the smell of sick had worked its way into my hair and clothes.Of course he said and showed me to the bathroom.I waited a couple of minutes and it became obvious he was just going to stand there and watch me lol.I started to strip off and he did just standing watching me...it was quite unnerving to be honest.I got in and started to wash. ”“That’s the devil inside of you...”“Oh, not this again...”“ ... yes, the devil. We must go to the mosque. Don’t you remember, you’re an Imam! You must learn how to pray, and the mosque is the best place.”“Even the Imam must have an off-day,” he said sardonically.“No time, Mustafa, no time.”“Besides, they probably won’t let me back in.”“Why won’t they let you in?”“Can we go to another mosque? There must be another mosque in this city.”“This is the closest, and it’s the finest mosque.”“I just. It was such a fine firm bubble butt. Sue was married and so was I, so our relationship was strictly business.Then in the fourth year of my tenure my wife decided she enjoyed the money of an old asshole businessman more than my company and asked for a divorce. We had two k**s - a son aged thirteen and daughter aged nine - and she got custody. I got the house as she didn't need it, but sold it for a two bedroom loft apartment. Hell the big house just reminded me of my loneliness.Sue was really. Winnie and I had dated off and on the whole time we’d been at Excelsior, and thereafter as opportunities allowed. Then, done with academics, and opened for business, I’d asked her to marry me. She’d taken a little time to think about it, which fact kinda bothered me, but had eventually said yes. We were commonly twenty-five years old at the time. Her parents, Melba and Michael Williams, again with whom she’d been living, were thrilled with her decision. We’d struggled some in those early years.