The houses either side of the road huddled together, their roofs overhanging several meters in places. Gift shops displayed their usual trinkets, cow ...ells, Toblerone, postcards and cuckoo clocks. The advertising was unobtrusive, elegant to the point of being refined, and the natural wood and stone of the area had been used thoughtfully in the design of the properties. The streets were spotlessly clean; graffiti had yet to invade the country. Many of the villages had working wells as a center. He opened the door and bare bulbs blazed inside, reflecting off the greenish tile; whatever discretion one had shown creeping down this street in the dark was lost in the flashbulb glare of the entryway, illuminating your desires to the world. A sullen woman whose skin reflected the green of the tiles looked up at him, barely. He started to speak in simplified English, but she rolled her eyes toward the sign on the wall in equally brusque Schmertzylvanian, German, Spanish, English, Russian and. 'That was quick', I said, 'miss me?' But it wasn't him. It was one of the other bouncers. An older man in his forties, and a bit bigger build. Typical bouncer look I'd say. 'No', he laughed, ‘but Matt’s told me all about you. You hungry for more sausage then or what?’ With that he unbuckled his belt and let his floppy, thick cock hang out. I should have been more annoyed at the way he was speaking to me but I wasn’t. Truth is it turned me on. ‘Come on love’, I haven’t got all night.’ I sank. The wedding took place in a different town. Shaikh Asghar sent alimousine with his guards. Farida and Ammi went with some harem women totake part in the wedding. I was very sad not to be invited. In fact, Iwas glad that I did not have to dress as a bridesmaid when my ex wasbeing handed over to a fifty plus man. I cried to bed every night for atleast a month after that. Zeenat consoled me a lot saying this was thedestiny of a religious girl and I should be happy that Noor found herselfa.