’ Jen looked thoughtful, kissed my cheek, and walked out without saying anything else. I kept my mouth shut- a girl’s entitled to a little mystery... but I noticed that the two of them seemed to spend most of the evening deep in conversation. The next morning Jen was glowing and Brian couldn’t stop smiling, and the looks they were giving each other when they thought no one was watching nearly set the house on fire. I don’t need to know what, if anything, happened that night, but it didn’t. You wouldn’t think a muslim cleric would have any practical skills, but you’d have done well as a radio presenter, Musa.”“What will you do with this?”“I’ll edit a nice little video and give it to the media in due course. You’ll be famous! Posthumously, of course. Speaking of same: it’s time to wrap. And I do mean that in a very literal sense.”He started crying again. Shivering, in fact.“What ... will you do?”“Oh, don’t you worry. It won’t be anywhere near as cruel as what devout muslims have. The action disengages Jenna’s right hand from her work. A soft moan of disappointment escapes her lips, but she is too spent to do anything but lie there. Her breathing is heavy and fast, as her body tries to catch up on the oxygen its used in the past few minutes. ‘Well, lover, I guess that answers your question. You do like girls, don’t you,’ Jenna whispers as the brunette snuggles up behind her. . ‘I’m not gay, dammit,’ comes out a little sharper than she had intended. ‘Oh, you don’t have to. .. that's the boys bathroom," she said looking at the sign next to my head."Yea, so?" I'm a girl, I can't go in there!" You can if it's only the two of us. No one will know. Come on, we don't have a lotta time," I said grasping her wrist. Her feet wouldn't move as I tugged her closer and she almost fell over, putting her free hand out to grab the door frame."Troy, please, don't make me go in there, I'm not allowed to." Who says? You can go in if it's only the two of us. Come on so I can get you.