”“What are you talking about, Vasilla? Can’t this wait until morning?”“I thought I’d call you right away, your holiness.”“Who knows? A...d 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 mosque follows him.. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious. “What’s up sis?” I asked. She looked up at me.“Can I talk to you about something?”“Anything”“It’s kind of awkward and personal” “Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie” I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin?” I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully“Yes. And I assume you are as well” I knew my sister well. Short steps, getting closer. It had to be her. I slipped the tie from around my neck.I held my breath and pressed deeper into the shadows. Next to me, the locks on the car released with a clunk and the hazard lights flashed. As she reached for the door handle, her back to me, I stepped forwards. She must have heard me. Her head started to turn. I pushed her hard against her car growling, "If you scream, I’ll hurt you". It had the desired effect, keeping her silent.Taking the tie, I wrapped it. She was wearing a mini skirt, and while we were looking at the television set, I would sometimes glance over to her, and notice that she angled her legs such that I would barely have a view of her crotch. While the room was darkened, I still got the impression that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her mom was sitting next to her, on the far end of the couch, and didn’t seem to notice a thing.On the first Saturday after they had moved in, Jenny went out to get some groceries. I was tidying up.