.. yea right! As soon as I move in, the whole relationship started going down the flusher. Remember how I always commented on how neat he kept his pla...e? Turns out he had a maid service, which he dropped the minute I moved in. Said he didn't need to waste his money with me living there. Do I look like fucking Molly Maid? And between sports bars, golf, fishing and poker night with that pack of Neanderthals he calls his buds, I saw more of him before I moved in. But that's not what really screwed. The next time the mirror image appeared, it had altered even more. Therewas no sense of scale, but Fletcher had the impression that his body wassmaller, his shoulders narrower. There was a child-like smoothness tohis face. His body was thin, but now it was a healthy slenderness. Hisdick was still between his legs, still looked normal. He slid back intosemi-consciousness.Faintly, he became aware of an itching in his chest. The image was back,and his nipples were darker and larger. As he watched,. His mere touch sent shivers of pain and anticipation down her spine. She felt his fingers begin to probe her hole again."No, please, don't - don't, you know I hate that, please stop it" she begged."You are mine now, you're bonded to me for always, and you'll do as I tell you and as I want and you will not argue, do you hear me?" And if I decide to fuck your arse, that’s exactly what I'll do" he stated matter of factly."But you promised me that you wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents, but I needed my space. Besides, I got tired of them trying to pressure me to get married. A lot of the Somali brothers in Ottawa don’t care about school or work so why would I want to be married to one? I led a solitary life, going to school during the day, cleaning up office buildings at night and going to mosque on weekends. The Masjid is my second home. Some of the sisters there are close friends of mine. Fatima Abdullah, the wife of Imam Amir.