Crazy bitch. But I didn’t react. I usually do because I’m sick of taking shit from her, but I wasn’t going to ruin my plan before I even set it ...n motion. I hoped she’d be satisfied that she landed a hit, and would leave it at that. I should have known better than to hope for anything. She clawed at me and scratched my left cheek. It bled some, but it won’t leave a scar, unlike the time she tried to stab me. Thank fuck she was drunk then, too, and ended up slashing my upper arm instead of. 9 months later she gave birth to my beautiful boy.So yea, there is a loser here in Vancouver who is raising my k** thinking its his.This is another of my real stories.A little about me first: I am an Arab muslim guy living in Vancouver, Canada. I have a fantasy for Indian Hindu/Sikh girls, because for them a muslim cock is like a forbidden fruit.I met Harveer Kaur (name changed for privacy) on a dating site. She was married but unhappy. She told me she wanted to leave her husband and move on,. He found walking in high heels awkward but not as difficult as he thought it might be. Rob then decided to get use to the high heels by walking around the house and exploring.He found Victoria's purse in the Kitchen and looked through it. He felt like he was invading someone else's privacy but knew that he needed to see what she had in it. He found assorted cosmetics of which he had no desire or idea of how to use them, car keys, her wallet and other odds and ends. He looked in the wallet and. The rest of us had been rather distracted by Jen and Hamish...Sheila and Julie served us a high tea of ham, egg and fried potatoes, with several slices of buttered bread and plenty of tea to wash it down with."We've found a dance club where they have live music downstairs and a disco upstairs, and it's open until midnight on a Saturday. I hope you're feeling fit, Jon?" I'll do my best to keep up with you, just don't make me dance until I've got blisters!"Julie and Jen then ganged up on me by.