I had goneintending to mock what I saw at the mosque, to do what I could to rescuethe damsel in distress, my mother. I was going to be her crusader, ...erknight in shining armour.Only now at her mosque I realised I was lost. I had thought of women asinferior, I had thought of Islam as inferior. Allowing Mum to put thischador on me and to put makeup on my face had been an act of submission.In submission to my mother and her new found religion I now felt part ofsomething at last, I had felt. "Anyone who's afraid of a lighted match," the Poet said, "must have comeout of the booby hatch!"Then he jumped into the sedan and sped off into the night. Luckymanjumped into his roadster and set off after the Poet. The two cars whizzeddown the road past a stop sign and down a one-way street. As he pushedhis foot down on the gas pedal of his roadster, Luckyman spotted what hethought looked like a comet coming towards him. He hit the brakes, and ashe stopped, the "comet" rammed into his. I didn?t have a story. I was going to wing it. I was in trouble. I decided to use as much of the truth as possible. Lisa the hustler was talking to Lisa the Tri-ess president and the actions of the previous week were told. Lisa looked at me strangely. But she didn?t say a word. Well, it was time to tell the story. It went like this.?Ladies, now listen, I don?t want to brag. I am not the kind. I own the pawn shop 4 miles down the road on Union. I am a gunsmith and repair person. So,. She put on some music and danced for me in a very sexy and sensual manor.There was a knock on the door, the clock read midnight plus one minute. Kit went to the door and peeked through the tiny hole. She then opened the door and dragged the boy inside.Then Kit stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips as she said, “I don’t remember inviting you boys to our party. Your friend will just have to tell you all about it tomorrow. Now go away so I can fuck his brains out.”The door was closed,.