Imran ek muslim ladka hai. Imran ki bhi badi family hai or be sab sath hi rahte hai. Imran ki wife or uska ek ladka bhi hai bo bhi sath me hi rahte ha.....Meri family or uski family ke bich kabhi kuch bate nhi hoti thi kyun ki har choti si bat par hamara or unka jhagda hota rahta tha .Isiliye hum apas me kabhi bat nhi krte the. Mai jis college me admision liya tha usi college me imran ne bhi admision liya tha.Pahle to hum kabhi bat nhi krte the .Lakin dono ek hi college ke the to dhire dhire. “Why don’t you stop by on you’re way outand give me a few pointers.”“All right,” the doctor said with a slight laugh.“You’re husband’s outside, I’ll tell him when I’m goingto be off and we’ll all discuss it when I get offtonight.”“Uh,” Erika paused. “I’d rather not tell my husbandwhat you’re going to show me. I mean, I want it to be atotal surprise for him next. "I mean, if we girls can wear pinstripe suits,the least you can do is try on some pants that fit." His mother nodded inapproval.Stepping forward Tina held out several pairs of pleated pants, tapered at theankles, a few pairs of stylish Capri's and an assortment of silk blouses."Your mother and I pulled a few things that we thought would work for you.They're classy but they'll really offer your wardrobe some versatility. Amoment later he was ushered without objection into a dressing room.As Mark. I was going to take bath, relax and see if I could figure out a good story to tell him. As I walked through the door, I was immediately grabbed from behind. A hand over my mouth, expensive cologne wafted to my face, and his breathe, his voice in my ear saying:"Uh... huh, bitch. Thought you could just tease me any way you felt like, huh?"His voice shook with anger as I tried to nod my head no, struggling. There was no way I would be able to get free. His physique, his size... I could barely move.