" He knelt before the man the Western infidelscalled Abraham, father of the Jews, and whom he honored as the first ofthe prophets in the line that end...d in Mohammed, may he be blessedforever.Ibrahim nodded. "Rise, son of my son's son. Yes, you have passed on tothe Garden that men call Paradise."Saddam rose. He realized as he did that his suit of Western clothes weregone. He was dressed in the simple, black robes of a member of his owntribe. "And you, Father Ibrahim, have come to greet me. I am. The bar was empty. The myriad strangers had gone. The clock read one o’clock. We’d been talking for two hours. We laughed, made awkward small talk with the barman and finished our drinks.-“So, what you said about being angry and… horny?”I stopped in my tracks. My key was in my door. I had turned it halfway. I turned to face Anna.“I… said that, yeah.”She moved closer to me. Uncomfortably close.“And what I said about only ever being with one man?”By now she was pressing into me. Her stomach. She sighed and slipped her shorts and panties off. She sat back, opening her legs slightly. Her fingers ran over the smooth, hairless flesh of her cunny. She poked at it with her fingers, using them to spread her tightly sealed lips. She tried to imagine those lips opening wide enough to take Rex's cock, but she just couldn't see it happening. Her cunny was just so small!Another spark ignited in her mind. She retrieved the tape measure again and laid back down in her bed. Again opening her. 'Dunno when that was mate but it's now under new management. I wouldn't advise going there.'I must have had more wine than I realised as the significance of his warning was lost on me and I assured him that was our destination.We arrived and I helped Beth from the taxi. It was only as the taxi pulled away that I realised the place did look very different and I wondered for a moment if he had indeed brought us to the right place.There was a black man wearing a tuxedo standing by the door. I.