"What am I going to do with you?"She moved her shoulder slightly in a shrug. "What can you do?"A few things crossed my mind, but Jordan would probably...enjoy them all. I sat there staring at her. There wasn't anything I could do, and I said as much.Jordan's hand shot out from under her blankets and caught the collar of my shirt. "You have to find more Fonti. It's too important to wait on."I covered her hand with mine. "You want me to go out and find more women while thinking of you lying here. I told them to carry it around the house to the basement.They took the old rug and couch out. The couch and rug had all kinds of blood on it so we had to throw it out. Then they brought the new ones around and set them up for me. After they left I looked at the screen door with the hole in it. I then checked the mark the cops had circled where they think the bullet hit.I sat on the couch looking out the back window wondering where the sniper was standing when he shot me. Lance had told me about. Youare experiencing life as a woman, maybe it's time for your period. Wouldyou agree ?" No Miss Britt>" NO ! You dare to refuse me or defy me ? Well Lisa dear, I guess i'lljust have to teach you about periods and punish you for defying me."She wrote something on a sheet of paper and called Bridget into heroffice, handed her the paper and as Bridget looked at it a littleconfused,"No, not for me dear, i'm well past that. I need these things for aspecial project i will be doing soon. Please. Basheer just wiped his cock in his dhothi and took permission from Amina and was about to leave. Amina called him and told him to come on the following day by evening.He agreed and left. Amina was just thinking about the recent experience of sex she had with Basheer. She enjoyed it more than the fucking of her husband. Basheer was a new discovery. But she did not want him to fuck her. If she gets pregnant she will be earning a bad name to herself and her family. She telephoned to her friend who.