My mother, a divorcee for the last 6 years, worked in a media agency.It was the last week before my school would reopen and I was eagerly awaiting it....New neighbors had moved in early in the morning and were making a lot of noise in the shifting process. I wanted to know who they were so I went to the window to catch a glimpse. What I saw was breathtaking. I saw a stunning woman, probably in her late 30's, wearing a blue jeans and white Shirt. She could have been about 5'11, with never ending. The room I am standing in is filled with militant extremists.The scary thing was, they were considered average for this country.When it came to what this country thought were radical extremists, even their own families were afraid of them.I sure as hell was.I listened as they began their meeting."In the name of Allah, the Most Kind, the Most Merciful, let us begin." one said."Allah has indeed been kind." another agreed."Then all is in readiness?" a third asked."Readier then we could have hoped. Her husband, Harold, didn’t seem to be very interested in her anymore. Sure, she was in her mid-40s but her tits weren’t sagging too badly and she’d put on a little bit of weight but nothing that destroyed her shape. A couple of times a month they would get it on but it was just the “same old, same old”.She knew enough from feeding and entertaining kids as they were growing up that you just had to try things differently once in a while to make them interesting. When she took more of the. "Yeah," she said. "I feel much safer with you around." After breakfast, I got dressed and headed out to work. Valerie stayed home and rested, making sure the doors and deadbolts were locked.“If you have any problems, call me,” I said as I left.After a long day at work, I returned to Ryan's place one last time to collect my things.“So you're moving out?” Ryan asked.“I'm moving in with Valerie for a while,” I said. “It's only temporary.”“Then what?” Ryan asked.I hadn't even thought about.