Suddenly after a few months I get a message from her. She tells she wants to meet me sometime. We meet up for coffee and I slowly persuade her to come... to my place for drinks. After a few drinks she opened up more to me. She told me that she and her husband were planning a k**, but she really did not want to bear his c***d. I caught her hint. I asked her if she will bear my c***d instead. Nobody will notice since I have a brownish skin tone as well. "But you are muslim, this is not right", she. ” Now, her calm, even voice recited the syllables from memory as her mom lay passed out in the other room.“I pray the Lord my soul to keep...” The teen’s eyes were focused on the crucifix hung above the head of her four-poster canopy bed, its frilly pink accoutrements framing the religious icon with an innocent sensuality.“If I should die before I wake...” As she said these words, a shiver passed through Jenny’s young body as it often did. Images of her dead body, strangled with blue-black. ‘That doesn’t sound right man. Monique is a walking wet dream, and I’m sure she’s getting it from somewhere.’ He said, ‘If you want, I could do some PI work for you. Really get down to the bottom of this…. no pressure pal’ I didn’t like the idea of digging up Monique’s past and I certainly didn’t like the idea of having my best friend stalk my super hot girlfriend, but I had no choice. The next few weeks I went on about my daily business and Monique went on about her daily business, everything. "Darius didn't even look up from reading the large print menu lying open on the table in front of him. He mumbled, "How're you gonna do that?" Darius, close that damn menu and listen to me." Jack reached across the café table to lift one side of the menu, "You know it by heart anyway."The waitress greeted Jack, placed the cup of coffee in front of him and turned to walk away. Jack grabbed her hand to get her attention, "Polly, you got a minute?"Polly turned and smiled at the two men, shrugged.