Isettled on a really cute peplum minidress and a pretty blush pink top. Iwas just finishing trying on the dress when I heard Marchesa outsideasking me... to open up so she could come in. I told her that I was in myunderwear. She said she wanted to show me something."Wait let me put something on," I said."No don't! Stay like that." She said. "I want you to try this dress!"I unlatched the lock and in she walks. There I stood in my pink bra andleopard print thong. I had never been in a dressing room. Most of my professors were naturalized, foreign national men from various countries in the Middle East, and they did little to dispel the myths of Arab men.Many people in Western countries consider Arab men to be backward and ruled by lust and sexuality, because of their cultural norms regarding women as unapproachable unless they are married to them. That was supposed to cause a lot of pent up sexual tension which makes those men more aggressive with women when they perceive an. I’d also grown taller in that five years and wasn’t a boy anymore. He flailed about as I tossed him to the floor.”“I stomped on his hand and then kicked the knife from it. He screamed in pain, and I kicked him in the groin and several other places. He curled into a ball, whimpered and cried, and begged me to stop. I told him I’d kill him if I found out he was cutting up another woman.”“He agreed that he would stop. I freed the woman, took her downstairs and doctored her up. I then took her. The penny dropped, Mandy was going to get some major attention. She held the door and waited for the stragglers."You can lock up now June."Only nine, she thought as she turned the key.She made a quick dash to the fridge and returned with another bottle and more glasses.Mandy was already the centre of attention with the men clustered around her."Okay guys," she said. "It works like this. June here will get you going, you can play with her tits, slap her arse and use her mouth, but nobody comes.