His expression and the message in his eyes shocked me. This man loved me in his strange erotic fashion...he was going to miss the hell out of me. He d...idn’t need to say a word. The limo pulled out to the street. I looked back at the white frame house that had been my home and entire existence for the last six months a strange feeling came over me. That house was a whore house...this man beside me was a pimp...nothing more...and I had spent several months with both. Yet I was leaving with. After fucking sajida about one week later i received a telephone call from sajida in the morning, she told me that she and her younger sister abida are alone at their home coz their parents had gone somewhere to attend any weding ceremony, i was really happy to hear that. So i reached in there home in a few minutes, like before sajida was waiting for me at the door, she was wearing a tight shirt and a tight trouser, in which she was looking very sexy. So i entered in her home and she brought me. She yawned, stretching her arms like a cat stretching in the light. The blankets which she had pulled up around her felt so good, she almost didn't want to get up. Saturday...it was Saturday, right? She didn't need to be anywhere important. She could just lay here and sleep all day if she wanted to.The idea had a certain kind of charm, the kind mostly felt by lazy twenty-somethings as they pondered a day spent relaxing and sleeping. She was tired, university was a bitch, and she had been. Now and I turned 20 years old and I'm on my own and no looking back ever again. everybody shut doors in my face so I lived in the YMCA hotel for 25 dollars a week in down town Kansas City, mo. and I was young and free gallivanting thru the city night life and I never been in a bar before so I walk in to this bar with low lights and it was a block from the ymca where I was staying and I order a soft drink. And I wasn't in there to long and the red head bartender lady said me hey frank over at.