Hands move, bodies shift, skin touching. Your hair, so thick, so long, falls over our faces. My hand in your hair, gently pulling your head back, maki...g you lie back on the bed. My body moves closer, our curves fitting together.Kissing you deeply, hands on your throat, fingers stroking your skin, nails gently scratching you. My hand drops, over your chest, lower, cupping your breast, fingers around your nipple. Fingers on your ribcage, back under your breast. My lips move, kissing your chin,. I smiled and pulled her down to kiss and cuddle. “I love looking at you when you’re sleeping,” she said. “You look so innocent – and I know firsthand that you’re far from innocent.” She started to laugh.“What a horrible way to be woken up – having someone insult you,” I said trying desperately not to laugh. “I have a mind to leave you out on the sidewalk outside and go home.”Jennifer laughed harder then fell on top of me to kiss me. We had a few moments of gentle kissing and holding one another. A silk handkerchief wrapped tightly around my eyes make it impossible to see. Darkness surrounds. Wait, I hear a noise. I listen. I hold my breath in anticipation. Is it Him?No, I moan softly into the darkness. Alone. Sheer panic washes over me and I can’t help but think. He’s not coming. I cry out, I whimper, I struggle to free myself. The ropes tighten against my wrists, my legs twist and turn but the ropes do not loosen. Panic. Darkness overcomes me. I start to thrash violently in an attempt. I’m at the Hilton Hotel on Sixth Avenue. Please call to meet me and you.”Queresh thought he would call again. He wanted, however, a call from his wife who had rarely left the house. He wondered where she could have gone. She didn’t have friends in the area. She didn’t have a job. 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..