When I asked her why she didn't sit with me anymore, she just gave me a great big smile, came over and sat on my lap. It was a warm late summer day so...she was dressed in a thin t-shirt and cut-off jeans. I had shorts on too but was without a shirt. She snuggled up to me and we were watching TV for about 10 minutes.I realized I was starting to get a hard-on from feeling her smooth legs on mine. Her hot breath was on my neck below my left ear was also turning me on. My thoughts dwelled back on. Main dilli main rehta hun aur odd even scheme ke chalte roj car nahi le jaa sakte the. Baat 1 jan ki hai jab ye scheme shuru hui thi. Meri even number ki car hai to scheme ko follow karne ka socha.Office main kafi der ho gayi thi. Ek to kaam doosri new year ki party rakhi thi ek dost ke yahan. Nikalte nikalte raat ke 11:30 baj chuku the aur metro bhi band ho chuki thi. Maine socha ke bus se hi ghar chalte hai. To main bus stop pe khade hoke bus ka wait karne laga.Bus stop pe kafi andhera tha. )Kamatari (beating out flames): Ow ow ow ow! Watch where you're throwing those things!Yahiko: Not like I care what happens to that crazy homo, but what the hell do you think you're doing, hitting your own guy!Kamatari: What was that!Henya (diving straight down): I'm just sacrificing a pawn.(He drives his elbow into Yahiko's shoulder; Yahiko strikes back but Henya soars out of reach.)Kaoru (thinking): He's squeezed his own flesh and bones until he's light enough to sail on the force of his. How else would you explain how, a year ago, I was a cleaner at a business office and now I’m married to the owner’s son? He’s a wonderful man who embraced Islam to be with me. My name is Ayaan Suleiman-Vincent and I’m a Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Thank you for allowing to share my story with you. In hindsight, this life of mine seemed destined for hardship. I was born on the harsh plains of the Republic of Djibouti, to an impoverished Somali farmer, Ahmed.