Oh God, speakin' of homework. Mrs. Martin said you were like a history major. That is just so amazingly weird. 'Cause I got this homework question, an... ya know, like, I could go home and get on the 'Net to find out, but then my mother will hear me, and she'll think I'm in one of those lezzie chat rooms again. Oh, it's not like I'm like that, you know, a lezzie, but the girls there are just real nice, ya know? And God, they know so much. Anyway, I didn't know how else to find out, so if I could. She’s happy, but we didn’t click like we should’ve. It’s like we’re to pieces to a puzzle that just don’t fit.” I explained.I sighed, putting my head back and looking up at the sky.“Don’t get me wrong. The sex is incredible, but the feelings aren’t there. Yes we care for each other, but it’s more like friendship than love.” I explained.“See?” Heather teased her brother as I lowered my head to look at them.“What?” Joshua asked.“He could get with Tabitha, and she wasn’t even from his world! You. Shes going on about christmas being a hard time and how her k** makes it much easier (first I had heard of the k**) so know i'm thinking this cunt is going to get all soppy. Thne she says right lets do it, off to the bedroom. I head in, we have a bit of a kiss and I start to take off her clothes, she stops me asks for th elight to be turned off, ok i do it, try to take off her clothes again and no luck.At this point I thought fuck this and I stripped off, so I'm standing there naked and this. . he uttered a brief prayer for his Monica while in the Uber. The driver, a Pakistani fellow, seemed to understand well enough, even bade Bernard, “salaam alaikum.”“Walaikum salaam,” Bernard answered, being familiar enough with the overlap between the Arabic greeting used in Islam and its Hebrew counterpart, both meaning “peace be upon you.”Monica wasted no time getting her father indoors, in fact, even while trying not to be too obvious as to her intentions. She knew that her father had a.