I knew the other lads would find it hilarious to see me dressed up as "Karen" but at least they would all be dressed up as women as well for the fancy...dress party, although not to the extent that I was dressed up as. My new plan was to get to Ricks house and spend the evening hiding out and pretend to my Mum I had been to the party. "Right its time for you to go princess" said my Mum "and if you are going to be slutty with the boys at the party don’t get cum on your new dress" added my Aunty. The stabbing that almost ended my life nearly crippled me. My family was there for me every step of the way, and so was Ayanna. It turns out that my hijab-clad ex-supervisor was also a former athlete. Ayanna Abdikarim once played rugby for the University of Calgary in Alberta, so she knew a thing or two about physical fitness. That’s awesome because I’m a couch potato. In those trying days, we actually bonded. I learned much about this young Somali Muslim woman I found myself falling for. Her. "Okay, there will be more to see and do in other states," Osborn said stating the obvious."Agreed but I really like living in this state. Hell I like living here, but the winters are too cold for a skinny bitch," I said. "How about somewhere on the coast." That is the second time you have mention the coast. I think you are getting yourself locked into the beach scene. Is there any reason we can't go down there and visit for a while before we decide?" She asked."Actually that is a first class. Please." She went over to the counter, reached behind it and pulled out a brown paper bag, then walked out the door. He had to hurry to catch up to her.In the park, they sat on a bench across from some men playing chess at a small folding table. It was an October day and very bright, and there were knots of people playing Frisbee, strumming guitars, reading books, chatting.She opened her bag and began eating a green apple."I'm glad you like apples," he said. "I was worried you weren't eating.