Her eyes drifted down over his hips. He wore khaki shorts but no shoes. She quickly snapped her head back up as she realised she was staring. “Sorry...” he said. He turned to walk back and rolled his shoulders. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his muscles moving under the thin fabric of his shirt. “Who’s Jessica?” she asked. Her eyes widened in surprise at her own boldness. He looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. “Someone I was supposed to meet here. A girl I met online.” He didn’t. . Shit. It makes things a lot easier if I just show you and get it over with. Pick someone.”“Pick someone? For what?”“Hey Jeff! Jeff Little! Come ‘ere a sec,” I called over to the big jock who was trying to convince his buddy the coffee was spiked.Jeff was one of the guys who had played football with me and Joey sophomore year and had been on the varsity team our junior and senior years.“What are you going to do?” Gloria asked a little nervously.“Yeah?” Jeff said, giving Gloria the once over. She loved every minute of it, and she knew from now on that she would always need cock."Please don't ever tell anyone what happened," she cried, realisation dawning upon her of what she'd done, "I'll do anything but please don't tell anyone. You know as a muslim girl I can't do any of this. You've ruined my life Jake!" Aaliya was now almost in tears. What had she done? She didn't know what had come over her. Jake simply smiled wryly. "Fucking hijabi whore. Get dressed. We'll see what happens. Mom needs Dad's physical expression of his love for her in exactly the same way and to the same degree that she needs air to breathe. I think my comparison is exact. She needs his physical love more than she needs food, for example." Again she grinned and said, "In fact, I think Mom could live for weeks on just Dad's spend."Then her face grew serious. "But back to what you did and how you saved her life — and mine. If that man had pulled the trigger, Dad would have been dead. And Mom would have.