‘You are a very special man Len and I am so lucky to have found you.’He beamed with pride and his heart swelled with the feelings he had for this ...oman.‘Yes…..I suppose I am really….and yes you are!’They laughed and she gave him a playful poke in the ribs. They cuddled for a while content in each others’ warmth and company and talked about what plans they had for the day. Len decided he had nothing in particular to do apart from a little shopping but Masie said she would go and visit a friend. "Neeko is a much better man than Hassan, I see that already. He would also be a much better husband for us, I think." Basheera's cheeks turned pink but she continued. "I think he could also provide us what Hassan could not as far as making us feel good to be women."Fatima spoke up then."He could give us babies, his zakar is mighty, so his inzal (ejaculation) must be potent," she said excitedly."Hmm, I guess some of us have thought about the possibility," Jamilah said with a smile.The women. I had a window sit and she was next to my sit. The bus started and I was busy on my mobile phone, all of a sudden the bus driver applied a sudden break, resulting the lady hit the front sit. This gave me chance of speaking to the lady. I askd her is she ok, but she was not as she had banged her head on the front sit. She had tears in her eyes,I tried to help her but she said she is ok. This was how we started talking. We introduced ourselves and I came to know her name was seema. Let me first. She rummaged through her beauty chest, seeking herbs, or possibly an ointment, or a tonic that would help rid her of her throbbing head pain. It was then that she realized that not only was her bed missing, and all of her very common belongings, but her mirror was, and the chest she thought she was rummaging through was nothing more than a mere hallucination of her imagination. ‘My goodness!’ She cried. ‘Where have my belongings gone?’ The day went by, but the mysterious stranger from the night.