Had he been drugged, and someone changed his clothes. "No," He thought.There was no way they would have known that is what he was thinking of.He hadn'... even fallen asleep, not even a minute had passed. He lookedaround and couldn't find his own clothes. Like that had disappeared orchanged into these now ill fitting clothes. Now standing in the Illfitting clothes had Henry think. "There is no way he could wearing theseclothes. Maybe this was all a dream." he quickly braced himself andwhacked his. And suddenly a desperate premonition made his insides turn. He walked to the closet where Maryam had kept her clothes. He opened the wide door and found all of her clothes missing. He rushed to the baby Imam’s room. The baby’s clothing and a few of his stuffed animals were also missing. The phone rang. ‘It must be Maryam,’ he thought. He ran to pick it up before the answering machine played.“Maryam? Maryam where the hell are you?” he shouted.“Assalaamualaiykum. It is Vasilla. Good you are. My wife was no doubt the sexiest woman at the party that night, wearing a red dress that had a big open slit along her left leg. Much of her leg was exposed and she looked really stunning. I loved looking at her from across the room. The host showed off his stuff and all the guys gathered around. After about fifteen minutes I looked over at Ana and saw her talking to a tall black bald man. He was a very good looking man and he was looking at my wife as they spoke. His eyes were glued to her. Then, the memories of the previous night came flooding back. I was in Jim's house, in Jim's bed, having been fucked by Jim that night. I sighed as I thought of that wonderful, gentle, and understanding man, and reveled in the touch of his body behind me and his hand playing with my breast.At about six in the morning, I had to pee really badly. Again, there was the air of unfamiliarity with my surroundings as I opened my eyes, but I quickly remembered that I was with Jim.Carefully, I disengaged.