“I’m sorry” he said as he nervously stepped back. He then took off through the woods and went home. Over the next few weeks we ran into each oth...r occasionally and were friendly but rarely got a chance to talk. Then one day he came to a concert where my band was playing and I invited him to join us for the after party at a friend’s house. There were several very hot girls there but somehow I was too caught up in talking to Benny to notice that each of them was hooking up with my band mates or. ..”He stopped walking and placed his hand on my shoulder.“I know I hired you to assist me. With business. But it has been going slower than I expected and, well ... All you do is cook and shop. Shop and cook. Cook ... and then shop. I like playing computer games with you, but you don’t really like hanging out with my friends and they...”“Don’t like hanging out with a servant, and a khafir no less. I know what they call me.”A khafir is someone who rejects or disbelieves the tenets of Islam. I. There were skirts, blouses, long gowns, hot pants, sweeter dresses,summer dresses and under things to go with them. I did not know whichone to chose, they all were so sexy and all would look good on me. Cassisuggested a blue evening gown, holding it up in fount of me to see if itwould fit and if the hem would be the right length. She looked it up anddown several times.The color was my favorite, but the style was a little more reveling thenI was use to wearing. It was a royal blue, with a V. She just took another sip of her margarita and let out a big sigh. ‘Fuckers!’ Bec said when she came out of her bedroom, trying to sound serious, but laughing at the same time. We all laughed. She was wearing a short New Orleans Saints tank top that came down just below her navel and some baggy shorts. Her belly was exposed and she looked like she worked out a few times a week. She had no bra on as this was her place and she was comfortable. Her boobs weren’t very big, maybe B cups. I caught.