Staring into it, Abdul sawhe was no longer himself. His body was far smaller and younger, about 15years of age, still with his usual Arabic features. ...ut it was fardifferent than his teenage years. His hair (now black again, no moregray and white) was modeled into a rather conservative bun, and there wasno longer a turban upon his head. He noticed what he could have swornwas a robe on his body, only it fit far more snugly. (If he'd spent timein the Western World, he'd know he was wearing a. He caresses my breasts. He kisses my neck and rubs his chin on my cheek. I cannot open my eyes to see how he looks at my face. His hot air is on my face. He, in slow rhythm, moves his penis over my crack. Juice comes out to soak my panty. I cannot stand; I lean back on his chest. He opens my shirt while caressing my breast. He takes out his left hand and puts on my thigh. He starts rubbing over my dress. I do not how to react to this overt movement. I do not protest or any sign of it. His hand. Jamikewas a former room-mate of Chy's; they had been best friends in college. When I expressed an interest in dating again, Chy couldn’t resist. She set up a double date for the following Friday. Although I had too many apprehensions to mention, I was determined to go through with it.Meeting at our favourite bar after work, I couldn't help but be impressed. Jamike arrived a few minutes after Meche Chy and I had finished our first drinks. She wore a modest white dress with just a little cleavage. . Ok, ok. I’m going to turn off the phone for a while, do the whole nice ‘get back to nature’ thing, ya know? ... Yeah, I will ... Yeah, later ... Hee hee, no, THAT later too ... Ok, get back to your numbers ... Aww, I love you too ... Ok, bye. That’s done, power off, and now it’s just you, me, and the trees.”“Hee ... and I’ve still got this if we run into the Big Bad Wolf.”“I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.”“What?”“Something from a show he likes.”“Ah. Hey, didn’t mean to listen in, but....