As I was telling Rob about our conversation, he held me close and began to gently stroke my cheek and neck with his fingers. Then he stopped me, kisse... me tenderly and told me he loved me. Tears filled my eyes and I kissed my wonderful husband back and then I smiled and told him he hadn’t checked me out yet since I got home. “Well let’s see then,” Rob said as he moved his hand up under my short skirt to touch my panties. “Hummm, still have your panties on huh? I guess you really didn’t meet a. Remove the patina of Islam, and this story very well could have been any other tale of a reluctant prophet. Many such narratives fill the library shelves already, which begs the question: why Islam? Why not Christianity, Buddhism, or Judaism to tell a story of a reluctant prophet?Let me preface this by stating the obvious: that throughout the development of human consciousness there have always been archetypes that bind together monotheistic religions by default. For example, there is the. 30 went outside for a fag and got talking to this guy who was also outside not shour if he had been in easy street or not didn’t really ask him started to flirt with him and he’s flirting back I thought hear we go easy night off pulling back to his and all that but as he was flirting he didn’t seem to ask to take me home for the night got a stubbled response off ooo I have house mates and the deal is I am not allowed to take guys or in my case ts/tv/ts back and he’s straight witch I think was. "Nothing special. I though we'd just get a pizza." That sounds good." I replied."Tell you what, why don't you go home and shower and change then bring the pizza over. Say about 6:30." Yes, Sir." I replied without even realizing I had said it again.So at 6:30, I knocked on Mark's door with pizza in hand. I had also picked up a 6-pack of the beer Mark liked. He seemed contented when I brought it all in. He sat on the couch and waited for me to serve him dinner. Which I did.After dinner Mark told.