“Come on,” he said, opening the car door. “Let’s get out of here before I destroy your body.”I reached over, closed the door, and let him de...troy it.We spent the afternoon together, passing the time with laughs, genuine laughs, talking about everything and nothing, sitting cross-legged on the floor of his living room, playing chess. I’d never been very good, and I was pretty sure Wes had suspected as much because he was going extremely easy on me.“You’re cheating,” I said.“Cheating how? I’m not. Tariq noticed how the dead and the newborn were similar in their stillness. He was afraid of dropping the poor infant by mistake. He brought the baby to his breast as a mother does. He did not see this baby as a human being, like his son Khozem or his wife Samira. This baby Imam transcended the mere folly of mortals. He looked into his tiny face and understood that this indeed was the face of God, the face of Allah, brought to earth in human form, and within this small, breathing being,. This becomes a daily routine. Eventually, he begins fucking me every day before his father gets home from work.______________________________________________________________________The next week, my husband had to go to Atlanta for a business conference. He left early on Monday morning, like he usually does, after pounding me with his morning wood and emptying his nutsack into my pussy. And on that day, since he’d be gone for several days, he felt me up at the door, as usual, then pulled his. The girl had been about fifteen with the most enormously developed tits for that age. His mind had deteriorated swiftly, partly by watching a sexy school serial on the TV that Saturday afternoon called Harry and Cosh. The star of the show was a delicious girl and he had got excited over her. He started to show his cock to the innocent sickly girl, the boy watched dumbly on and how he had persuaded her to feel it, just before Pebbles had tried to jump her bones. Now with these memories searing.