"Oh, I almost forget how much you've been looking forward go going to Junior League with me," Mommy tried to act interested while stifling a yawn. Aft...r all these years, her charity work had become a little... routine.Perhaps having Kathy as a partner would liven thing up, she thought. After all, her daughter was a straight-A sex-ed student and three time winner of the school's tightest pussy contest. And the Sanders raved after winning her for a weekend in the pep club's raffle.Maybe the kid. Marion made an excuse to leave the room, and sank back against a wall. What was wrong with her??The next few months, she claimed illness. Any excuse to be away from her son, she took. Her parents took it as the long-overdue grieving process finally catching up, and happily looked after young Tom for her. She tried everything—she read, she went out with friends, she painted. But all the time, the thought never escaped her. "Pleasing your son turns you on."Had I seen the first years of Tom's. I live by his will alone,” Imam Abdel- Malik said patting the man who had been with him for years on the arm.The bodyguard didn’t know what to answer. In Islam, everything happens according to Allah’s will. Nodding his head, he said, “I’ll take you there.”“Thank you,” Imam Abdel-Malik said.The trip was not easy for a man trapped in a wheelchair, but they reached the street to the Western Wall. Imam Abdel-Malik looked at the man who had watched over him for a dozen years and said, “Farewell, my. .. Yeah, right there, perfect."She held his foot firmly in her hands and ran her soft lips up the inside of his arch, and then traced her way back with gentle kisses. "And I want to thank you for a truly scrumptious dinner. I loved your lamb sauce."Basel nodded. "It was a recipe my great-great grandfather taught me. I had a hunch it would be great with the wild rice." Ah, your grandfather. What's he like?" Oh, he's a really nice guy. His name is Jafar. You should meet him someday. Happily.