"Kif from the Rif," explained Omar's other friend. "Good stuff!" Allah be praised!" agreed Hamid with a grin, passing it on to Omar.The four of them s...at together in the shade of the café, surrounded by the sound of Algerian rai, while a television burbled, ignored, in the corner where a newscaster was detailing some atrocity or other that the Israelis had perpetrated in Palestine.Hamid's mind was only superficially on the chatter that went on amongst his friends, happy that it was about nothing. Blusher, all blended, then blended again. Elle looked in the mirror, almost not recognising herself. The effects of the d**g she had been given was wearing off a little, but it still coursed through her veins. The ash blonde hair colouring gave her the wanton look, the look they obviously wanted, and she wondered just when they had planned this. A guy had done her makeup, now he rolled stockings up her legs, then she stood, as he fastened a waspie around her waist , and pulled it tight. It was. I called that office and identified myself and explained that my father would be there pick them up. I gave them a brief description and his name. I then made the dreaded call to the ‘Wicked Witch of the South’, my Mother-in-Law, Louise. I told her to not say anything until I gave her the information I had.Of course, she couldn’t be that sensible and before I even finished she screeched out, “OK you asshole, what kind of fuck-up did you do now?!!”I told her to shut up and if she needed to know. Usne kaha aap mere liye kya ker sakte ho, main kaha mang ker dekho,Neha ne kaha aap Jabalpur aa sakte ho? Maine kaha han, lekin Sunday ko to usne kaha thik hai.Sunday ko main dophar Jabalpur pahuncha, wo muse lene station ke bahar Activa leker khadi thi.Maine usse hug kiya aur kaha kanha jaenge to wo boli-piche baitho samaz jaoge.Thodi der bad main uske gher pahucha, uske gher per koi nahi tha.Maine pucha to wo boli evening me mammi aayegi, papa in Bhopal. Main fresh ho ker aya to hairan reh.