Working with famous detectivessolving the most baffling of cases. Before you ask. No. I do not playsports. Pretty much spazz at that. I have to p...rticipate in gym. Coachsays I have too. But no one holds much expectation. Whichever side isunlucky enough to get me, usually makes me the towel and water boy. I justgo with it. Its not that bad. Pretty easy. I hate it when they spray thewater on me that they had just taken. Or even worse when I have to standnaked at the showers giving. The night guard slid an orange envelope undern the door. The telegram from Lahore read: MOST GRACIOUS SIR, I HAVE FOUND THE PROSTITUTE. CALL THE LAHORE MARRIOT ROOM 233. VASILLA.Tariq telephoned immediately. Vasilla’s slow, husky voice was refreshing over the static ridden line. Before Vasilla finished, however, Tariq ordered him to stay put.“Samira,” yelled Tariq.He could hear the water running. He knocked frantically. He had never doubted Allah’s plan. There was so much to be done. ‘Such an. I clinched my ass cheeks toghethr and began to squirm for the old man and he began to make a fucking mothion into me then. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a shadow movement and recognized it as the shape of a woman. That was about the only time I really recognized the shape but was sure she was watching other times when I was gettting fucked. After the old man shot his wad he bent me over his knee and a soft set of lips (I'm still not sure whose these lips belonged to) closed. He looked down at me and smiled. We sat in silence through the appetizer, watching the belly dancers go by and just enjoying each other's company. Finally he said, "So maybe we can get together for lunch next Wednesday and Thursday before I go, at least?" Definitely," I said, leaning up to kiss him. I didn't mention that I had been given Wednesday off of classes, including string ensemble practice. In the back of my mind a plot had already begun to form.The trip to New York was a lot of fun,.