You must fill their wombs with Islamic seed."I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, their was not an ounce of humor in his expression. ... snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then establish your new homes deep inside their bellies."The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles. His head hurt dully, and he wasn’t totally there yet. The taste of Jill’s lips, and the warmth of her gentle breath on his face dragged him back into consciousness, and making him a little less worried.“Oh god, my aching head,” he said woozily, “What happened? I was about to kick his head off and then I am laying on the bed with you kissing me. Everything else is a fog in my mind.”“That’s because you were unconscious, my beloved doofus,” she told him, “As for exactly what happened, that is a. When they exited the symphony hall she was still shaking a little. He had an arm around her waist as they walked in the direction opposite his hotel. Instead of going back he led her to a club restaurant a block away. They had appetizers and a drink, which Celia sorely needed. They danced to a couple of songs. They kissed as they went out. They took a cab to his hotel and he told the cabby to take her home. She loved his goodbye kiss. She wondered if he was gay, or married. He had made no. It was clear that she had never thought about this particular erogenous zone.Then on a glorious whim, she lifted one foot and pointed it straight in my direction, as though teasing or challenging - maybe just curiosity, seeing what I would do.I knelt and cupped her heel in one hand, while I tasted the tip of one stockinged toe. A tiny hint of her perspiration excited my tongue.Now I began to massage the instep, always the sexiest curve on a woman, especially in silhouette, with that smooth.