Excerpt
“I know your style—we’ve have discussed this before— however, I happen to
like this girl. I like this girl a lot.”
“Oh my, oh my, you mean, this is it? You mean you stop looking from now
on? You don’t mean that, I know you well! You can never stop looking!”
Hakim shoots his turn and sips his water. He turns his head and notices the
pool hall is half empty.
“I’m not stopping anything! I just like Jennifer more than any other girl so far,
and I want to give it a chance, that’s all. If, by chance, I come across somebody else, I
don’t intend to say no.”
“Well, we’ll see about that!”
They play the rest of their game, and Talal wins, as usual.He is so good at playing
pool that Hakim enjoys a good game against him all the time, although he loses and
has to pay the bill.
They have been good friends since they met four years ago on the airplane from
Baghdad to North America. Talal is a war orphan, just like Hakim. They never talk
about their experiences back home, where they both lost their parents. Those war
days are far behind them now, better to not talk about them. Talal has two siblings in
Iraq, a fifteen-year-old brother and a twenty-year-old sister who is to get married
very soon, according to what he hears from his grandfather in Falluja.Hakim has no
siblings; he has only his Uncle Ibrahim and his Auntie Mara, who took care of him
when he needed them.
They leave the pool hall. Before they get in their separate cars, Talal asks,
“Have you met her parents?”
“Her parents? Hell, no!”
“Hey, man, I don’t know, the way things are going, you’ll probably meet
them soon!”
In the apartment, Hakim checks his e-mail messages and sees that his friend,
Peter, from the office, has left a message that he needs to see him when in the office
on Monday.He sits at his desk and quickly sends a note back to Peter, assuring him
he’ll be there. As soon as he finishes, the phone rings and Jennifer tells him she is
close by and wants to come and see him. She must have been very close, because
his doorbell rings within minutes and she comes in, prettier than ever, and as their
lips lock, her body rubs onto his and her hand finds his erection.
“Hi, baby,” she says.
“Hello, to you, too.”
She pushes him slowly into the armchair, where he sits, and she kneels down
saying, “Close your eyes, baby.”
She caresses him for a bit and takes him in her mouth.
He relaxes as she carries on her smooth playing.
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