Posted on 12/20/2010 7:47:08 AM PST by FromLori
That is a moderate, peaceful woman, who just happens to be Islamic; not any kind of radical...she's in public, working, without a male relative along to guard her virtue! /SARC>
Besides, Big Sis vouches for her; you can't get any safer than that! /SARC>
LOVE STORY...SORT OF
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. “Just relax.”
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no’ for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
“Okay, ma’am, all done.”
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.
“You can board your flight now.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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