I was nearly at the door and saw it partially opened ahead of me. My brain worked again, my wife knew of my arrival times, had to. I don’t believe s...e could have forgotten it; my only problem with it was that she hadn’t discussed this with me, at least warned me of it if nothing else, she knew how hot I was about the idea of it. She would have called at least…I nearly hit myself on the head right then. The phone. I looked down at it at my waist and saw the telltale red blink of a message. Hafsah then placed on some red high heels and she squirted herself with some perfume before Patrick arrived. Hafsah then went to the kitchen and put the biryani in the oven to cook and she had gotten the table prepared with plates and cutlery. Osman soon arrived back from the mosque and he waited in the living room and he watched some TV.'Ding, ding' rang the bell. Osman said 'Hafsah that must be Patrick can you open the door for him.' Hafsah was obviously delighted by the offer and she said. Ione looked back at him and blushed to the roots of her fiery hair. She watched, her cheeks blushing, as he removed his vest, leggings and moccasins, leaving on the wolfskin breechcloth. He walked to the blankets and settled on his. ‘Tâhéovešêstse,’ he ordered, pulling a buffalo hide over both their bodies. Having heard the word before and knowing it meant for her to lie down and go to sleep. She followed the order quickly, snuggling into the blanket. She let out a yawn as she stretched out on. A gunshot rang out, echoing off the walls of the enclosed pool area. She heard the cheers, but then, nothing at all, as she dived into the water. She kept a low profile as she cut through the water, then extended her arms, pushing the water past her, her legs propelling her faster through the water. Every third stroke, she went up to take a breath. She came to the wall at the other end of the pool, flipped forward, and kicked off the wall, slicing through the water, then coming to the surface,.