"The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they knew what direction this speech was going."Th...s town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are large and succulent with the capacity to nurse many sons. Allah made the women of this town as beautiful as they are because Muslim men can not resist them, and they should not resist them. Remember, the place of the white woman is on her knees; submissive, passive, willing. Go and give. She shook her shoulders and the dress dropped to deny me any further sight of her provocative lingerie. Smoothing away imagined creases she said, “You can zip me up, if you please,” and so doing, the job was done.As if on cue there was the sound of a car horn outside. Irene looked out of the window, “Oh, that’s him. Where’s my purse? I must be going.” I thought we made for a ridiculous sight with her in her finery; me standing there dressed only in what was now very wet frilly knickers covering. I hope not but you never know.”Mike left and the girls made their phone calls.Randi had to leave a message for Bill as he did not answer. She wondered why but then looked at the time and figured he was still at work.Bill was a Financial Analyst for their local bank and had been since they graduated from college. He was very well thought of by his bosses and made a very good salary, so she did not have to work at all. However, he did have times when he had to work extra and that always made her. “Sheez,” she commented, “you think you’ve reached the extreme when your teenage daughter wants to date a boy with a bunch of other girlfriends and a house full of giggling relatives, who are all telling me about what a wonderful time they’re going to provide my daughter when she finally decides to sleep with him. But this just gets better and better.” I raised my eyebrow in concern at her choice of words.“Look, Mrs. Jones, this wasn’t my idea,” I protested feebly.“You can forget the ‘Mrs..