Jess is a beautiful, bright, spirited brunette with stunning brown eyes.But it's her confident yet very feminine demeanor that seems to drawpeople to ...er. Even without drawing attention to herself she manages tolight up whatever room she walks into.It was late on a Friday afternoon when I walked into Jessica's house.It's a small but comfortably furnished cottage in a part of town thatthat's become fully gentrified in the last few years. Jessica had theforethought to buy there even before it. Jerome was promised that his family would safe and honored. They would live in luxury for the rest of their lives, as the family of The Martyr: the Executioner of the Great Satan.Jerome decided that he wasn't a Muslim, when he watched his family drive away. He was still angry at the US government for abandoning him, but he couldn't support a religion that threatened his family, either. His government's abandonment didn't justify what the Islamists were planning. Jerome didn't have a clue about. Hubby had a several bags packed and tossed them in the back. After their good by kiss, he pulled out and headed to who knows where. Looks like he is out of the way for a bit I thought. One problem down. Now to find a way to get her without anyone taking notice. I stayed for a several more hours to watch the neighborhood and figure a good time & the best way to grab her. The next day I came back in the mid afternoon. I was wearing a cable uniform so I wouldn’t attract unwanted attention. "Sorry dad. It rained." I say as I tried to sneak around to the stairs, but I had only gotten a few steps when he poked his head out of the study."You are soaked. Look at the floor it's all wet. Damit. Go get changed and clean up the floor!" he yelled at me angrily.I was quick to decent the stairs as quick as I could. I barely got thru the door of my room before I had my shirt off, then my pants, my socks, underwear and bra. I dropped them into the laundry basket and quickly threw on a new.