And you are taking me.”“OK, where to?”“To a place I have picked out. Change clothes,” she almost demanded.I have some nice clothes aside fro... jeans. So, I put on what I called my Sunday best to try not to look too bad with her beside me when we entered wherever she had in mind.Downtown was a casino that included an expensive restaurant and a nightclub that I had visited before. The club had a large dance floor with embedded lights like we all have seen in movies. I'm not a great dancer but I'm. "Harder!"Mr. Paxton Schaffer didn't say a word to me, he just shoved his manhood farther into me. I couldn't believe that I was actually being fucked by my teacher. * Mr. Schaffer and I were still lying on his bed after our first sexual experience together. We were just laying on his bed cuddling. I felt like we had been married for years because of how we connected. I sat up and crawled over to straddle Paxton. I ran my fingernail from his belly button down to his leg; I wanted to make him. I thought my colleague was happily married but gradually, I got to know that there were some misunderstandings which her husband was not even ready to fix or even talk about it. I used to convince Debbie that things will get better with time. Our friendship was getting stronger with the way we used to care for each other. Once we had a team outing at a resort in the outskirt of the city. Some of my colleagues and I had some booze. Then Debbie came and asked if she could give me a company. I. People can deceive you but God will never give up on you my brother, Ayaan said, her golden brown eyes boring into mine. I found it hard to hold her intense gaze, so I smiled nervously and nodded. At the end of our conversation, Ayaan surprised me by giving me her number….and a copy of the Koran. Whenever you have questions, the lady said in a serene voice. I smiled faintly, nodded and then picked up both the thick green-covered holy book and the paper on which Ayaan Jawari scribbled her.