However, the American had been acting strangely since Aimal's death. He was different in some way, and colder. Farrid tried to shrug off the differenc...s in the man. The death of close associates affected different people in different ways. Perhaps the Mullah simply became more focused, and less feeling when associates were killed.Farrid's phone rang, and he took the information to pass on to the Mullah."Link up with Kamil," Mullah Hassan ordered. "I'll meet you in the parking lot at the store.. "You do know that you are an awful tease," I whispered to her."Of course, would you rather I didn't?" she asked."Of course not," I replied."Good, because I am beginning to enjoy it."The coffee was on the stainless steel counter, when Sylvia, who was standing in front of the open refrigerator, said "You are the only person I know who has nothing in her refrigerator." I eat out a lot," I explained."I know, but not even a jar of mustard?" Sylvia answered."What in the world do you want with mustard. I fantasized about having a sexy girl with me out here, taking her down to the water for some nice swimming, preferably without clothes, and then taking her to the house for some hot lovemaking. The arousing fantasy, the calming sound of the water and the sun’s rays made me tired and I fell asleep. I didn’t know for how long I had been sleeping when I woke up with a dry mouth and a slight headache, which probably indicated dehydration. In addition to that I had a hard-on and felt an urge to. I wore a knee length dress, with a small slit up the side. I wore black stockings, opposed to panty hose. A black pair of panties and some nice heels. I wore make-up, that I would consider- whorish. I left my town and arrived at this nearby town about 8:30 PM. I found a nice bar, at the far end of a shopping plaza. I walked in and immediately realized I was the only female in this bar. There were about 10 men and me. The bartender actually thought I was a business person and asked me.