Aisha couldn't help but notice how attractive he was."Hi, my name is Aisha and I'm in your neighborhood letting people know about our new mosque that ...as just built down the road. We're asking for donations as well as inviting people to come worship with us."The man looked up and down Aisha's body and seemed to be paying more attention to her burqa then what she was saying about the new mosque."Why don't you come inside where it's nice and cool Miss Aisha? My name is Michael by the way."Aisha. The store owner meandered toward them when they were laughing at the statue."I sell more of those than any other single item in the store," said the woman. She looked to be in her late 40's, was a very attractive woman with an hourglass figure, a little wide at the hips, and very busty. "I told my son that the title of this should be "Orgasm" from the look on the woman's face." You are right, but the artist named it "Fucking," said the woman. "Just like a man - even a male artist, to ruin a. 'You were scared of little me. I know I have a bit of a temper but I couldn't hurt a great bear like you however hard I'd tried.''A bit of a temper?' I grinned. 'No, not really fear of you, though it was a concern. I mean I was scared of rejection, scared of ridicule and most of all, scared stiff of girls, especially beautiful ones. It wasn't until the last year at school and later at college that that changed.''In hindsight that probably sums up all the boys at school, or at least all the nice. She looked at Janice for a long moment. “I don’t want him for my husband, honey,” Janice said finally. “I’ve already got one of those. I just want to borrow him from time to time. Just like you and Rich.” Emily looked back at Evan. This time he couldn’t read her at all. Several possibilities for her responses flashed through his mind. “I can’t believe I’m not enough for you,” was one. “Just because I fucked him, what makes you think it’s okay for you to fuck her?” was another. “There’s no way.