"You got any Muslim in you?" No," I responded."Would you like some?"I blushed and hurried up to the studio.I felt humiliated and embarrassed to be see...n as nothing more than a sexobject.I learnt then from Nasrullah, that because of the fact that I alwaysarrived in just my crop top and yoga pants I was considered to be asingle unattached woman by the sons and brothers of the more modestlydressed women who attended the class, and they saw my crop top as reallybeing a sports bra and I sign that,. After i ate lunch,i went to my room to listen some music.Three hours went by,my girlfriend was coming over to finish some homeworks for tomorrow,i was bored,maybe she was in the mood to suck my dick,after all she was a real bitch in sex.When she came over she was wearing a close miniskirt,and a sleeveless shirt...she liked people seeing her,she loved that.I sat in the chair and opened the book,she sat on my lap,all i was seeing was her white and thick thighs (she was a little chubby),she moved. We were in the shadows at the edge of the clearing, but there was plenty of moonlight to make out what was happening in the clearing.Holy crap, the only light-haired woman on the island was. No, it couldn’t be.My mother looked up from the light chocolate cock she was sucking to say a few words I could not hear from where I was standing. I went into a momentary panic. I whispered to Amista, “Holy shit, what the hell does she think she is doing? Is she crazy? What if your mother and father find. She knew it was Jack. She pushed her way into the crowded ward. The sounds of wounded men, in many different languages filled the room. She knew he was somewhere but where? Through a doorway, she saw him. Jack was sitting, shirtless, on a table. A bandage wrapped around his head and another around his upper left arm, a wound he didn’t realize he had until after the fight. When he saw Kate, he stood up. ‘What you doing here. This is no place for you,’ he scolded her. ‘I couldn’t stay away, not.