The similarities between the two didn’t stop at their ideologies though. Karim had inherited his fathers features, and when Malik looked in the mirr...r he swore he could see his son. Yes he had a few extra pounds on his son and had started balding, and sure his skin was worn from his 52 years of jihad, but he could see his son in his own reflection. Karim looked forward to returning to Saudi Arabia. His job here was done, but his war with America was not close to being done. The cell in Chicago. I was thinking of all the dumb things I shouldn't say. I opened the door and there she was, gorgeous as ever. She was wearing a white dress that showed a great deal of cleavage. Her long black hair was in a ponytail. “I'll take the way you're staring at me as a compliment,” she said very flirtatious, I think. I just realised that I was gawking at her. “Ummm… yeah I'm sorry about that.” “No need to apologize Alexandra,” she smiled at me as she said this. “It just that you look very beautiful. ‘Eric?’ I shouted in confusion. You have to understand, Eric is one of my best friends. Ever. He’s the one who is considered blood even if we are of opposite races. He’s the one who spends so much time at my house that my parents got him a Christmas gift because they knew he’d be there and didn’t want him to feel left out. The one whose parents always set a place for me at Thanksgiving because my appearance was all but guaranteed. Eric was the one who just wanted to be around me, like the. "Last night was the first time." No shit," Sam smiled. "Well, you sure know how to pick them. So, you gonna tell me who the bimbo was or not?" Britney... Britney Spears," Cecile whispered without thinking of the consequences of such a revelation."No way!" Sam gushed. "How the fuck did you ever manage that?"There was a long pause of silence as they both nervously stared at each other."Holy shit! She was your bust, wasn't she?" Sam suddenly said. "You busted her for fucking a dog!" Sam! Keep it.