He'd grown up in Muslim household. He'd gone to a madrassa. Learned to read. Read the Koran. Listened to the Imam. He thought of himself as a good Mus...im, a loving, but sometimes strict, husband and father. He would have never believed that one day, an incredible opportunity would come his way to 'father' a beautiful, white European married woman (and with the full encouragement of her husband), and yet that was precisely what had occurred.In some ways, he felt a twinge of guilt. The young. So they left me in laxmi sis place for two days. the week in which my bro in law having night shift. her house is of 1bhk, moderate family. i reached her home at 10am she welcomed me and me and my bro in law talked for little time.It was my study hols, so as soon i settled down i started reading. i was in bed room reading, my bil(bro in law) was in hall seeing news. laxmmi is in orange colour saree which suites her well, she is preparing food. after that she came to clean the room since its. ”“What?”“Nigga! Don’t play stupid. Let’s go!”Shawn and Mario headed out to the Jeep. Mario showed him where to go to pick up the bud. Then, they stopped at a gas station. Shawn handed Mario a twenty dollar bill. Mario returned with beer and cigarillos. Shawn followed the slim, very toned dude’s directions. They ended up at small, ranch-style house. “Come wit’ me,” Mario said.They went inside.“Hey, ma,” Mario stated.“Hey, baby,” the woman replied. “Dis my boss, Shawn”“Hi, Shawn!”“Hello, ma’am,”. I huddled abjectly as she strode up to me and talked to me. Of course I had no idea what she was saying but she made her point clear as she grasped my hair and pulled me to me feet. She made as if to lead me away by dragging me by my hair put I squealed and patted her hand with mine. She stopped with a strange frown and growled at me. This I was to learn indicated that she was mildly annoyed with me. If she hissed at me and bared her teeth then she was really pissed with me. I shook my head.