Six months later it was all over. The day after I got the final papers, I got seriously smashed. **** I was sittin' at my usual place at Tribes when...Ben came in. He took a seat beside me. "Buy me a drink," he said, "I'll tell you your fortune." "That oughta be a worth a beer or two," I said. "Do I get to die? I wanna die." For the next four days in a row, Ben and I met for drinks at the Tribes. I cried a little, complained a little, and sighed a lot. I was divorced, really and truly. He began pushing my hips back and forth in a smooth rhythm in time to the music. Feeling that cock moving and rubbing back and forth inside me, I ground my drenched pussy harder onto his lap. The hubs was leaned back, turned toward us with his hand locked around his very swollen cock. I could see his wet pulsing head as it pushed up and down in his hand, peaking out at each downstroke. Seeing me watching, he ran a finger over the glistening bulb, then leaned closer and rubbed it all over my. I knew by schooling that Moslems take off their shoes before entering the mosque, but that wasn’t such a good idea as9far as I was concerned. My high heels were most important part of my seduction kit. (Hey, nice phrase). I had to think quickly and then the answer appeared of its own accord. In the side street, there was a Moslem emptying his kitchen bin into the main rubbish bin on the sidewalk. The side door to the mosque was therefore open. Having his back to the open street where I was. Nancy had told him that he might hurt the baby so they had to stop sex. That hurt him more than he expected. He soon found out that he wasn’t such a good guy. To one of the wives he really pumped her when she asked him to ‘give her a baby, too’. He had promised himself that he would keep doing her until she was pregnant. Then he had raped Nancy’s best friend. It was rape because she had passed out from drinking too much. Then instead of just placing her in the guest bedroom he had peeked at her.