"Well, within reason." I thought for sure you were going to say room and board. That was why you emphasized that that was my bedroom, wasn't it." Chri...tine, I would never presume something like that, but you can use the bedroom while you shop for an apartment that takes cats." Do I get to fuck the boss?" she asked, like it was just another job perk."That is not part of your job description," I answered. "Christine, I don't expect..." Chill," she said. "I know you're not that kind of guy, or. Word is spreading.”“What are you talking about, Vasilla? Can’t this wait until morning?”“I thought I’d call you right away, your holiness.”“Who knows? And who is ‘he?’”“The Imam, your holiness.”“What?!” yelled Khozem, more awake.“The Imam, your holiness. He knows, everyone knows.”“How the hell does he know?”“His mother told him.”“His mother? Well then how did the rest of the mosque find out?”After a moment of silence, Vasilla told him about the outburst.“Oh dear, Vasilla. Oh dear.”“The whole. She smiled, kissing me warmly on the mouth. I returned her kiss, telling her how proud of her I was and how everything she was soon to do, would be supremely exciting and beautiful to me. “Should I get cleaned up,” she asked. I said no. “Let the black man see how wet you are for his cock!” She blushed a deep red. She didn’t like that word, but it excited her just the same. “Honey, when he puts his hand under your skirt, he will know just how badly you want his cock!” “It will make him feel very. " You can't sleep. You're nervous. You smoke until you cough like you had T.B. Please, Allen, tell me?"He slumped heavily on the bed, pushing his face into his hands."I can't, Gwen. I can't. I don't know myself. I don't know why I keep thinking about it." About what?" Her voice was timid and shaky. She still remembered the pain when he had hit her that night, and instinctively reached up to touch the aching bruise."I don't want to talk about it, Gwen. A man has to work some things out for.