When Marid had offered a hefty sum to marry Rida, Basil had accepted it. Rida had joined Marid’s caravan home without questioning her father’s dec...sion. Rida had known her place in her husband’s house. She was not Marid’s first wife, and the other woman resented the younger, beautiful girl. She danced for Marid’s guests and for her husband in private. She bore the hateful insults of Marid’s first wife and obeyed the woman’s commands. She endured the leering stares of Thabit, Marid’s oldest. Strong, long legs, tight ass, flat toned stomach. The only fat on her is in her chest, and she gets her large breasts from her mother, (so I've been told). Her long red hair has always been up in a ponytail every time I've seen her outside of a social function. Normally whenever she would come around she would dress in t-shirts and sweatpants. Whenever she would go swimming in our in ground pool it was always in a conservative one pierce suit.Now she dresses like she just got done with a porn. If I was expecting something, it didn’t happen. She didn’t speak further and sprawled on her bed, adjusted her pillows to rest her head in an elevated position. To my dismay, she then took a book from the side rack and began reading. I kept staring into my books wishing for her to sleep. She continued with her reading. I was finding it hard to carry on with my pretense; waiting made me even more restless. At last, she decided to call it a day. She dropped the book on her side and asked me to. Their conversation flowed from topic to topic, an endless number of stories from their lives, their thoughts on everything. She made him laugh by mimicking different people when she told stories, and he marveled at how animated, alive and funny she was. After sitting there for three and half hours, he was more certain then ever that what he’d sensed when he first saw her walk into the class and sit next to him, was correct. Rosie was an amazing person and he was completely captivated by her. .