One of them I fantasized about more than any other, and her name was Carrie.I can't really tell why I focused so much on her for my fantasies. She was... average looking, blonde with blue eyes. I think she was of part Scottish and Polish descent, pale as can be. She had a "sturdy" build. I don't mean that she was fat. She was short but somewhat muscular. Got a little bit of a roll if she was leaning but her proportions were completely normal. Most days she wore jeans or khakis, never tight fitting. .." Just do it ... if she bails you can grab her ass when you catch her or something..." You're an asshole." Yeah, yeah ... Now get lost."Emin hurries to the back of the store, picking up a broom, on his way to the main entrance. He speaks to Angelika, telling her something might be up with one of the customers. Then he starts sweeping the pavement outside the store.At the same time Peter is watching the girl. She strolls through the store as if nothing is up. At one point she walks past him,. Spencer’s family ran the town pub, while mine ran the café. We both moved to Melbourne for uni and have stayed for work. Spencer was a consultant engineer, whilst I was an accountant. Beth had been studying science, but a year into her course she decided she didn’t want to be a scientist. She wanted to write. Of course, it took her a year of working at mum’s and dad’s café to decide that. Then she decided she wanted to live in Melbourne, not Sydney, which is where she had been studying. Learned to read. Read the Koran. Listened to the Imam. He thought of himself as a good Muslim, a loving, but sometimes strict, husband and father. He would have never believed that one day, an incredible opportunity would come his way to 'father' a beautiful, white European married woman (and with the full encouragement of her husband), and yet that was precisely what had occurred.In some ways, he felt a twinge of guilt. The young European wife that he had impregnated, with her husband's full.