Farouk Al-Hajj was a twenty-year-old student at John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York City. And he lived right across from my uncle Levi Fi...kelstein, my father’s older brother. Contrarily to what I had observed in the Middle East, Arab-Americans and Jews could be friends in New York City. In my uncle’s neighborhood, there was a mosque in one end of the street and a synagogue in the other. Jews and Arabs were both minorities in this mostly Italian neighborhood but they got along. We both were living in same colony. As my image in colony is of a studious and gentle man, I am popular among them. Normally people come to me to take advices. One day she came in my house to take some advice about some practical problem she was facing in doing her law. She asked me to help her in finding a lawyer who can help her to study some case laws which help in her study. As I was busy I asked her to come some other day and promised her in the mean while I will see a lawyer who can. “No, not yet. Not done looking.”She closed her eyes, knowing he was worshiping it, knowing he had forgotten that the rest of her even existed. He suddenly spoke, opening her eyes.“When I see something this beautiful, all I want to do is destroy it.” He looked her in the eyes. “Why do you think that is?”“I don’t know, sir,” she whispered. “I don’t either, but…” he didn’t finish the sentence. He pushed her ankles further back, dropped his head down and kissed it lightly but firmly. A violent. I watched her walk as the maître d’ escorted her to my table.Bloody hell, even if I didn’t fuck her, there was no way I was letting her go home unless I put her in the taxi myself. The woman oozed sex appeal. Then she spoke. I think I leaked cum as her soft honeyed voice caressed my body and made my balls clench and my cock jerk.“Hi, Shorn did say I’d know you when I saw you,” she purred as she raked me with her eyes again and gave me that wicked little smile that had my cock jerking.Fuck, I.