"Reckon I gave him a boner?" Marsha!" Lana exclaimed as she gave her friend a playful push."I bet I did," Marsha said. She grabbed Lana's right breast...and gave it a squeeze. "I bet you've given him a few restless nights yourself."Lana's breath momentarily caught in her throat. Despite, the slight discomfort of her friend's playful touch, it somehow stimulated her senses. She waited a second or two and then backed away from her Marsha's touch."We've got that anatomy test coming up this week,". If Becky could see herself doing it, he could make her do it. Jefferson brought up photoshop and began editing some pictures."Hey Jeff," said Becky, kissing her old friend on the cheek. What an odd choice for her to have a crush on. The man looked like a sixty year old version of Fat Albert. His face and jowls were shiny with sweat and the armpits of his food stained tee shirt were wet. He stepped back so she could enter the garage. Becky looked around. "Jeff what happened this place is a. I started declining her request because we at CIBC aren’t encouraged to become friends with our clients, at least not the regular people like Fowziyah Mahmoud. If a major conglomerate was looking to set up a multi-million dollar account with CIBC and I brought them in, I’d get promoted to branch manager or even regional president for sure. Nevertheless, there was something about Fowziyah Mahmoud’s fearless smile. Growing up near Montreal I knew a lot of Muslims, and for the most part, Muslim. Although I have known her for over a year, we have never gotten very close. She works days, and I work the late night shift, so often we pass sort of coming and going in the casino. I had often wondered what it would be like to make love to her, but never had suggested anything like that, not knowing how she would respond. About 3 in the afternoon she knocked on my door. I opened it and there she stood, camera in hand, fully dressed in a t shirt and slacks. “Well, are we going to do.