I woke up the next morning cold, wet, naked, and sore all over. Sasha’s brutal kicks that I’d barely felt as I struggled to breath had blossomed into hideous bruises over night and sleeping in the shower stall certainly hadn’t helped matters. In retrospect, it’s surprising I didn’t get sick sleeping in the wet shower
A Middle Eastern Goddess and the Me
Sara Ibrahim wanted to pay for lunch but I have refused and paid with the money I have brought in their currency. We walked out of the restaurant and headed towards her apartment, the doorman greeted us both, opening the glass double doors of the apartment building. Walking towards the main lobby, she pushed a