"I am pleased to meet you. What can I do for you ... and what would you like me to call you?"The voice laughed in my brain. "You probably would be una...le to pronounce my name ... why don't you call me 'Gabriel'."I thought about why he had chosen the name and 'Gabriel' responded."If you think I picked this name based upon the Biblical connotation, you are correct. And no, I'm not God. Like you, I believe in a higher power that created the universe, though I am not sure if this being cares about. “What does everybody want? I know what you want,” hesaid, pointing at Maria.“I want a hot dog with mustard,” Iris said.Maria looked away from Darien and watched the carscoming from the park. Ethan tried to read what she wasthinking from her expression, but her face showednothing.“Why don’t you get chili on it?” Darien said, lookingat Iris in the rearview mirror.“I don’t want chili. It’ll make me fat.”“You’re already. ---Major Alex Goodwin (retired) was engrossed in the Telegraph in the communal lounge. Of upright bearing and neat appearance as befitted his former status, he was searching the obituary columns for any name he might recognise. A daily duty to make sure he didn’t send any Christmas card unnecessarily.A few seats away and at a slight angle to him, as she was every morning, sat Millie Thompson similarly hidden behind the Guardian and to all intents and purposes, studying it intently. Only she. Push them together for Abdul.” Rajesh ordered as he was the ring master in the room now. When Shabnam pressed her breasts together, he then said, “Good job Mrs. Shabnam. Look at how much pleasure you are giving Abdul now. How do her breasts feel on your cock Abdul?”“Ya..Allah, I can fuck Shabnam’s breasts any day.” He laughed. Rajesh laughed too and he turned Shabnam’s head and shoved his cock into her mouth. Shabnam tried to suck his cock but she was too busy watching the Muslim guy have sex.