Still, try as I might, I couldn’t stop thinking about Khadija Hussein and Fatima Ali. Whenever I thought of queer women, I imagined the two of them�...��.together, doing sexual and sinful things to each other. According to my Islamic faith, man was created for woman and woman was created for man. The idea that two Muslim women who wear the Hijab could be having lesbian sex with each other sickened me, or so I told myself at the time. One night, we went to the movies together at the Silver City. "That makes three," Adam laughed. "Do you go to USC?" I do," Cassie said warily."Not me," Rita replied. "In in Vegas. I go to UNLV." Oh, well, I'm at USC, too, Cassie," Adam told her. He understood her reluctance given her notoriety. "So I'm free until next Monday." Can you travel?" Rita asked."Depends on how far and for how long, I guess," Adam said. "Where are we talking?" Vegas," Rita said. "I have a pretty nice house we can use for the shoot. Otherwise we might have to rent something. I. Now unbutton your blouse." Hazel knew she had to do as he asked, she couldn't risk her friends and family seeing the pictures.She started unbuttoning her blouse, her hands trembling as she did. When she finished, she stood there with it hanging open, just the inner edges of her bra and her cleavage on view to him. "Now take it off," Mike said, "let me see you properly." Again Hazel did as he asked and let the blouse slip off her shoulders. "Oh yes," Mike groaned as she stood there in her thin,. The first time it was in ninth grade photography class. It started with a black Pony T-shirt.Every Friday Anna would wear the black pony. Every Friday, Michael would be distracted by the tight fitting shirt, the luminous blue eyes and the beautiful blond hair.Being shy but intelligent worked in Michael's favor. Anna was taken by his quiet demeanor, shy ways, and the thrill she got when their shoulders accidentally touched several times during every class.On June 3rd 1983 they officially became.