As we chatted I was hoping she would invite me over to her place for lunch or a cold drink or any hint that she would be like to be alone with me to f...ck her sexy cunt one more time. And then it happened she asked what I'm doing from here once I'm done shopping and I said nothing much why you ask? She replied and asked, would I like to join her at home for lunch as she would like the company as all her friends are away and she's board. I said sure thing I would love for that but I'm going to. Fowziyah and I began to chat, and let me tell you, it wasn’t easy to keep up with her. This chick could go a mile a minute, man. Fowziyah couldn’t stop raving about the City of Ottawa and how thrilled she was to see so many Somalis and other minorities. At her new school, Algonquin College, she joined the Muslim Students Club. I warned her about the Capital’s covert and insidious racism. If your last name sounds ‘other’, some companies won’t hire you even if you have recommendations up the yin. ”“Are you a good lawyer?”“Yes.”“I know a great lawyer,” Betsy said.“I’m sure you do,” Stella said.“Do you know the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer?” Betsy asked looking up from the stack of papers she had pulled from the envelope.“No,” Stella answered, hoping that she wasn’t going to tell that old joke.“A good lawyer knows the law, and a great lawyer knows the judge,” Betsy said laughing.Not sure if she was joking or not, Stella asked, “Is that supposed to be a joke?”“Yes.. Penny asked if I was free for lunch, and we agreed to meet in the grill at one of the hotels near my office. As I walked to lunch, I pondered what had moved Penny to call me and ask to get together. I met her in the lobby, where we went to the grill and were seated in a booth. The grill was a rather old fashioned place with red tablecloths and dark leather seating. Penny was nicely dressed, and more made up than I was accustomed to seeing her at games and barbeques. Actually, I thought, she.