I had been having a hard time during those months. Several publishing companies had rejected my manuscript and I was reduced to working as a bartender... It was a really seedy place and the clientele were a pretty rough crowd. Thankfully the bar was fairly empty that night, though the shift had been dragging. That was, until she walked in. The woman was stunning; her beauty took my breath away. She looked really upmarket, dressed in expensive clothes, with long black hair, a sophisticated. I feigned like I wanted to show her thepictures I had taken and she gave me her water so she could get a betterlook.When she was receptive to what I had to say, I told her the new life shewanted to live. "You will change your life. You are going to learneverything you can about being an extremely conservative traditionalIslamic woman. Within a year you will have a completely different life.You will change you name to one of the women mentioned in the Qor'am. Youwill have moved to a small. Idli sambar?Me: okay.I left her when she began to get up and followed her to the kitchen. She was wearing a saree. She took vegetables from the fridge and began cutting on the kitchen platform. I again hugged her from behind and pressed my dick on her butt. She probably knew what my actions meant because I am a foot taller than my mom. My dick can’t touches her butt until I don’t do it purposely. My mom is a wise old lady. She ignored and kept cutting vegetable and asked general stuff about. I looked at Nick, “Wasn’t my arrival supposed to have been...”Nick completed that thought, “A Secret?” he then added, “They have been waiting for your arrival since your grandfather passed away.”It was then that I realized that they didn’t know my grandfather had been murdered.I thought, “But why here?” It seemed as unlikely a place I would ever go to, and then I realized that was the whole point.I looked back out. How could that be? I hadn’t known that I would be here until just a few days ago.