.”“Hmm?” she said.“Your name, I still don’t know it,” I said.She laughed, “Right, my bad. Abigail Williams, age eighteen, senior, straig...ht-A student, dad’s a master-mechanic; mom’s a housewife, just arrived in state, used to live in Illinois. I’m looking to hook up with a guy with a future and who is willing to work hard to get it. I really mean that; I am not into couch potatoes or party boy losers; I want to be very clear about that from the getgo. So, am I clear, and are you that guy?” she. ‘Guess my pussy’s not worth being thrown in jail. I’m sorry, obviously no one’s pussy is worth going to jail for.’ He scraped a pancake onto my empty plate with a glower. ‘Shut up,’ he commanded. ‘Guess I only like you with your dress off.’ His eyes looked me up and down, and he leaned back. I couldn’t read him. ‘How’s your hand?’ I flexed, and told him I couldn’t really feel it. I wanted to remove the wrapping. He complied, still avoiding my eyes and my skin. With the cast off, there was only. Early in our lives, we actually shared a few sexual experiences. Neither of us was in a position to take it beyond that, and it's been just fine for us.At any rate, after a long communication drought (life DOES happen), we connected last Wednesday night. Ironically, neither of us could sleep, and each chose to logon. I noticed a pop-up on my social media, so started messaging. That led to a video call, and that's how my wish list has gotten smaller.Our texting was somewhat "colorful,". .. Scroll back. Farook Suleiman! It’s him!”That was the guy I pushed under a speeding train! And Masoon was the bugger I’d fed into the machinery of an escalator! And, and ... that other bugger, Fakhoury, wasn’t he the one who had blown himself up? I had never met him, but I had seen his picture. His before picture, I mean. I found them! I FOUND THE LINK!“I want to decode that date. Shaban the 26th in this year.”“Okay. I can Google it ... This date in Hijra, Shaban the 24th in 1436, that.