“Well, you do look like quite the slut.” He pulled & twisted at the nipple watching sissy grimace. “Are you a slut?” “Yes sir, master. I’m...a slut.” “Well slut, my laundry is outside & while I’m wining, dining, & fucking your sexy wife this evening I expect you to take care of it.” Releasing his grip Tyrone walked to the living room, casually ordering, “A drink sissy, Now!” I made my entrance down the stairs as sissy was bending at the waist, offering my hunk of a date his drink. “Constance, you. Wo bilkul dhoodh jaisi safed dikh rahi thi unka figure ekdum nikhar ke aa raha tha. Mein ek bhooke sher ki tarah unko dekhe ja raha tha. Mene unka blouse dekha unke kitne bade they mene shayad itne dhang se pehle kabhi nhi dekha tha shayd wo mujhse dikhana bhi chah rahi thi. Mene kaha “bhabhi kamaal lag rahi ho ” wo has padi aur boli ” ye sab tumhare liye hi to h to ab batao mein kya help karu tumhari ” aur yahi kehte kehte mere pass baith gayi aur apne mulayam haath mere gaal pe rakh diye. Ye. He had never doubted Allah’s plan. There was so much to be done. ‘Such an important child at the hands of a prostitute,’ he moped. He removed two heavy suitcases from the closet. Samira came from the bathroom, wiping her face with a hand towel.Stumbling over one of the suitcases, she threw the damp towel to the floor. She threw the kurtas and skull caps into the suitcases. It was time Tariq return to the rest of the world.He strung up the blinds. The sun blared through the room. Samira kept. Just let me tell my sis then we go." *** As we were walking up his driveway to his house, I said, "Do I have to take my shoes off inside?" "I don't until I get to my room, he said as he unlocked the door. "Why'd you ask?" "Well, its just that I never wear socks and if I did take them off you'd just tell me to put them on again." "Neither do I." "What? You don't wear socks either?" "Nope," he said smiling again and locking the door behind us. "Damn, you are so.