I decided that to be safe, I would be a so-called good Muslim woman and wear the ultra-conservative burqa that would cover me head-to-toe with only my...eyes showing. I would take it off once I was safely past security in the airport. As a consolation, I picked out my green underwear and green bracelets that I would wear underneath my other clothes underneath the burqua — my small symbols of protest. What most Westerners refer to as the ‘Arab Spring’ actually started in Iran with a Persian winter. Preparing vegetables in the kitchen was myusual form of escape. Somewhere I could go and just relax as I ran thingsthrough my mind. As I prepared dinner, I heard the high-pitchedchatter of four voices dawdling in the lane. My Kitchen window had a goodview of the approaches to the cottage and the sound carried on the stillsummer air. I opened the window and called,"Jenny! Beatrice! Hurry up you've got a visitor."The four figures emerged from the long grass that grew on the steep banksof. I want you to lose your virginity with me."Tracy hopped out of the car and quickly removed her clothes. As she took off her sports bra her large breasts bounced. After freeing them from a morning of captivity, Tracy massaged them, paying special attention to her nipples. Jimmy heard her sharp intake of breath as she pinched one, then the other. Each one stood out prominently as she continued her assault. Jimmy was frozen in place as Tracy climbed into the hatchback. Jimmy started to stroke his. ‘Men!’ was all she said. After passing another few darkened storefronts, though, she softened and took my hand. I decided not to ask from whence that outburst came. I learned later. In any event, the handholding made me feel like we’d reconciled (for whatever fight we’d just had). Striding briskly to the restaurant — a small, immaculate, family run place that had great Middle Eastern food — through the frigid, deserted, and dark streets she must have decided that staying with numbers couldn’t.
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