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‘I’m not sure it’s a good idea for us to go out.’ Farida’s face was flooded with worry.

‘Why not?’ Anderson pushed his hands into his jeans pockets and tried to look casual but, inside, he felt a flurry of panic that his best-laid plans may be scuppered. ‘It will be good for us to get some air. Come on, we’ll take a walk into town. I’ll treat you to brunch at The Willows. It’s a beautiful vegetarian place; I promise you will love it.’

‘What if I see someone I know?’ Farida asked.

‘I very much doubt you will, and besides, who would recognize you when you’re wearing your niqab? Come on, don’t be a spoilsport. The alternative is I’ll make you a lousy breakfast of egg on toast and then tie you up and abuse your body relentlessly.’

Anderson raised his eyebrow playfully and immediately Farida jumped up off the sofa.

‘Right, you’ve convinced me,’ she teased.

‘I never said the latter would never happen,’ Anderson laughed.

Farida grabbed her handbag from the side of the sofa. ‘I hate egg on toast.’ She pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder, pointedly ignoring Anderson’s reference to abusing her body again.

Anderson grinned at her and placed his hand on the small of her back, ‘You’ll love it.’

Farida wasn’t sure if he was referring to him abusing her or brunch at The Willows.

Anderson had been right: The Willows was a really beautiful place with a vibrant and comfortable ambiance. Having chosen a discreet corner in the restaurant, Farida plumped for gozleme bread stuffed with feta cheese, onions, mushrooms, and spinach. Anderson opted for the vegetable Moroccan stew with aromatic rice.

Throughout the brunch, Farida chatted about her university work and she almost forgot why they were here sitting together in the first instance. Anderson, on the other hand, could hardly concentrate, and he was on auto pilot when he answered Farida’s questions about his various lectures. A bubble of anticipation kept surfacing in his stomach while he anxiously waited for a text from Toby to tell him that everything was sorted.

As briefly as he could, Anderson had told Toby what he wanted him to do and rebuffed his questions about what was going on, saying that he would tell him everything the next time they met. For now, all he needed to do was fit the camera where there would be a good view from every angle.

When he’d been having a hard time with his missus a few months previous, Toby had stayed with Anderson for a short time and he still had a key to the apartment. The only issue was that Toby was about as reliable as a rich tea biscuit surviving being dunked in a hot, steaming brew. If his missus questioned where he was going, Toby would sag and melt rather than face her questioning. To be fair, Anderson couldn’t blame him.

Judy was the ferocious sort. Sometimes Anderson wondered how Toby trusted her sucking his dick because Anderson would not take that particular risk. Judy was like a Staffordshire bull terrier with a pulling toy once she was upset.

Finally, as Farida poured them another cup of tea from the large silver teapot, Anderson felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he swiped the screen: ‘Job done mate, looking forward to the vid! The camera is above the curtain rail in the corner of the bedroom. It’s a nice piece of kit, remote control, and everything, very easy to use.’

Toby had ended the text with a laughing emoticon and Anderson smiled to himself. He owed Toby one and, if he wanted to watch the final offering, well, surely that was the least he could do?

It seemed an age to Anderson before Farida finished her cup of tea and they could finally embark on the walk home. Anderson’s impatient nature wasn’t doing him any favours and his mindfulness had disappeared completely as if he had never started that practice at all.

Eventually, they reached his apartment and Anderson felt his cock stiffen. He watched Farida walk inside ahead of him, still animated about some piece of work he’d set. Following her into the lounge, he knew exactly what he wanted Farida to do that afternoon.

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Anderson lay on the top of his duvet completely naked, stroking his cock and waiting for Farida.

Farida was in the bathroom, naked under her jilbab and with her hijab still wrapped around her head. But she didn’t hide her face with her niqab. She could understand Anderson being fascinated by seeing her in underwear but to have a thing about her wearing her hijab over her nakedness seemed weird. But, at the end of the day, who was she to argue? Maybe it’s the forbidden fruit he enjoys so much?

Plus, even though it was strange, there was a sense of comfort beneath the familiarity of her covering.

During Farida’s absence, Anderson had already checked out the camera and made himself familiar with the remote control, currently hidden under his pillow. Now, he grew impatient, wishing Farida would hurry the fuck up; he was eager to get started.

Farida entered the bedroom and she looked at Anderson, his vast naked body spread out on the bed. His penis looked even larger than the day before.

‘You look great.’ Anderson shot her a broad smile. ‘I was thinking we could play a game of pretending. You know, like kids do, take us out of this moment into another realm.’

Farida giggled, more from being so self-conscious, standing there in Anderson’s bedroom naked beneath her jilbab. It seemed to her so ludicrous she couldn’t hide her mirth but she saw a flash of pain cross Anderson's face.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said quietly, ‘it was just funny the way you described it.’

Anderson looked so put out, Farida almost felt sorry for him.

‘It was the only way I could think of describing it,’ Anderson said, a slight hint of petulance in his tone.

‘I know, sorry,’ Farida apologised again. ‘Don’t be offended but I do know what role play is; I did drama at school, you know.’

Anderson shrugged and looked away, feeling foolish. ‘I’m sorry for patronising you.’

Farida noticed that Anderson still appeared disgruntled and she suddenly felt a need to appease him. ‘It's fine. What did you have in mind?’ she asked, eager to move the subject forward because she was aware of more than a little tension between them.

‘I was thinking you could be a woman caught in a war conflict. I am a soldier and I help you to escape and now I’m hiding you in my tent.’

Farida bit her lip to stop herself from bursting out laughing. It all sounded so ridiculous. Yet, at the same time, she figured that the positive side to this role playing was that she could detach herself and become someone else.

‘I thought it might make things easier for you,’ Anderson suggested as if reading her mind, ‘considering that you’ve admitted that guilt and worries are stopping you from fully enjoying our sexual journey.’

Farida nodded. ’My thoughts exactly,’ she said and felt the tension dissolve as Anderson flashed her what she now saw as his characteristic happy smile.

‘Great! Right, well lie beside me on the bed, let’s pretend it's early evening and I’ve just saved you.’

Farida lay on the bed, aware that Anderson was lying rigid, looking up at the ceiling as if he was staring at the stars in some distant sky.

‘Remember, you can be whoever you want to be,’ Anderson murmured.

Farida copied Anderson, looked up at the ceiling and wondered who she would choose to be as her alter ego. ‘I can’t think of anyone,’ she finally confessed.

‘I’ll choose one for you then,” Anderson announced, determined not to be defeated. ‘How about you are a young virgin who has always wanted to be a doctor but, instead, you have decided to volunteer for some charity work in a worn torn country. You are a good girl, but lately, you have been having these raging horny thoughts that you find disturbing.’

Farida felt him squeeze her hand tightly. ’ What do you say?’ he asked as if her opinion really counted.

‘I doubt a virgin would be having such thoughts, to be honest.’

She felt Anderson's mouth press hard against hers. ‘It’s called a fantasy for that reason,’ he said when he stopped kissing her.

He rested his head back on his pillow and continued, ‘I think it’s a good one. So, you are running away from these crazy motherfuckers who are going to rape you and they are closing in on you and are inches away. One stands on your jilbab in a bid to trip you up and then I and the troop appear and shoot each and every one of them.’

Farida smiled at Anderson’s enthusiasm for his fantasy. ‘That sounds interesting,’ she finally managed.

‘I don’t want you to find it interesting; I want you to find it horny.’

Farida wriggled a little, side to side, and said, ’I do find it quite sexy.’

And she did. Already in her mind, she was adopting this persona: a young girl who is kind and wants to help others and then gets corrupted.

Farida wondered if what she’d said had actually been incorrect. Maybe other girls did have horny, forbidden thoughts. She knew that some of the guys in their community back home did because quite a few were renowned for doing forbidden things, like sleeping with white women for instance.

Anderson was probably horny because he knew that all this was taboo for her. Of course, it dawned on her, that is the reason. She felt stupid that she’d only realized it right now. At the same time, she felt quite empowered and - dare she say it? - attractive. After all, it was obvious that she is Anderson’s ultimate fantasy.

Farida squeezed Anderson’s hand like he’d squeezed hers minutes earlier. ‘I’m actually really horny right now, come to think about it.’

Anderson couldn’t believe his ears. Had Farida just admitted that she was horny? Wow, they had made groundbreaking progress.

‘Right, so I have rescued you and we are in the tent, laying there, and it is dark but then you suddenly feel anxious and say that you need light.’

Anderson congratulated himself on adding that into the fantasy for two reasons. First, he needed to get the bedroom light into the equation so the action could be filmed and, second, he needed to switch on the camera.

He snapped on the light before Farida could protest and he paused, waiting for her to complain, but to his surprise she didn’t. Instead, she nodded as if the suggestion made complete sense.

'I thought this role playing would make things easier for you.’ Anderson turned on his side, his head resting on his arm while he looked at her. God, she was beautiful and the fact that she had all her gear on was really doing things to him. He wondered if, at some point in their brief future, he would be able to encourage Farida to dress up in really slutty outfits below her religious garb and then go out with him for something to eat.

Anderson’s loins started to burn at the thought and he slipped off his boxers, turned onto his back and took hold of Farida’s hand and placed it on his cock. Farida pulled it away quickly and Anderson frowned. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I don’t do things like that. I’m glad you rescued me but I really can’t do this.’

‘Ahh,’ Anderson couldn’t help but grin and nod his approval at Farida; she was into this role playing and the thought excited him.

‘I don’t want you to do this as a reward for rescuing you,” he said, getting into his role. ‘That is my duty, after all. But I want you to do it so you know exactly what a dick feels like and, to be honest, either I am going to fuck you, or one of my mates will, sooner or later.’

Farida frowned. ‘What makes you say that?’

‘You will be offered so much money you won’t be able to turn it down,’ Anderson said.

‘I’m not a prostitute,’ Farida shrieked and then thought, Damn I’m good at this. She was actually enjoying herself.

Anderson put a hand tightly over her mouth, ‘Shush, don’t make any noise or things could get pretty serious. The last time a girl like you made a fuss she didn’t get paid and was gang banged within an inch of her life. You don’t want that do you?’

Farida felt her stomach turn slightly at the threat as if she was actually that person. Faced with that predicament, she probably would do exactly what Anderson suggested.

Anderson took hold of Farida’s hand and again placed it on his cock. Slowly, he moved her hand up and down his length and his cock quickly responded to her touch. ‘Close your eyes,’ Anderson commanded. ‘When white women are doing sexy shit they like closing their eyes.’

That was a lie, but Anderson had to be inventive. If Farida kept her eyes open, he would not be able to get the video camera working.

Farida concentrated on the feel of Anderson's cock. With her eyes closed, it felt like a banana, admittedly a rubbery large banana. Farida hadn’t thought it feasible that one man could possess such a massive cock. Her pussy was still sore from their previous encounters and she didn’t know if she would be able to take much more.

She could have really done with something to soothe her pussy. She would ask Anderson for something afterward. After all, if he ever carried out his fantasy and deflowered a virgin, she would be very sore indeed.

Anderson took his hands off Farida’s. ‘See if you can do it yourself now.’

Farida did as she was told and bit her lip in concentration like she imagined the girl whose role she was playing would do. Anderson impressed that Farida managed to maintain the rhythm, fumbled under his pillow for the remote control. He found it, quickly pressed the green button and slid it back under his pillow.

What was he going to do to Farida? What could he get away with? Could he really incorporate everything he wanted to do to her in one sitting under the premise of a fantasy? He might not have this chance again to record her.

A trickle of icy dread slid down Anderson’s chest. What if, after this weekend, Farida said fuck off to their little arrangement? Hell, by tomorrow, she might decide she isn’t even bothered about a First anymore. That wouldn’t do; no, that wouldn’t do at all.

‘I want you to spit on my cock.’ Anderson looked at Farida and watched as her eyes opened at his suggestion.

‘That sounds revolting,’ she said, wrinkling her nose in suitable disgust.

‘It doesn’t matter how it sounds; it’s what I want you to do. I have money I can transfer to your family back home that will keep them fed for two years. There must be some siblings that need education or something.’

Farida turned on her side and spat on Anderson's cock. Watching her white saliva dribble from the tip of his cock and down the shaft, despite the fact she knew she shouldn’t, Farida felt a thrill tickling between her legs.

Anderson nodded towards his huge erection. ‘Wank it now that it’s nicely lubricated.’

Farida did as she was asked and Anderson imagined how good that looked on video. Her hands were tiny and his black against her paler skin was turning him on. Interracial was definitely his thing but this had to better than being wanked off by any white girl.

Anderson closed his eyes. ‘Faster,’ he commanded.

Farida watched her hand move rapidly up and down his cock and Anderson groaned, ‘Yeah that’s right, look at it while you do it. Imagine that pushing against your tight little pussy.’

Farida saw a small tear of juice appear from the end of Anderson's cock. So that was the natural lubrication Allah had produced in a man to ensure that sex was possible with a woman. It really was amazing how great his wisdom is.

‘Move round,’ Anderson ordered, ‘so that I’m looking at your back.’

‘Why, what are you going to do?’ Farida whispered, imagining she was this frightened girl in a worn-torn country doing things she had never done before.

‘It doesn’t matter what I’m going to do,’ Anderson snapped. He, too, was getting into his role as a soldier who was paying good money for this privilege. ‘You never know you might like it.’

Farida shifted her body into position. She felt his hands move under jilbab and he gasped when he realized that she was completely naked. The dirty little bitch hadn’t even bothered to put on underwear.

He stroked her smooth, slim thighs until he reached her pussy. He pushed a finger inside and marveled at how tight her inner being still felt even though he had fucked her relentlessly during their last encounter. He’d thought that his cock had possibly loosened her, but it hadn’t.

Anderson pushed his finger deep inside and curled his finger expertly; all women liked it when he did this and found their G-spot. He moved his finger in a circular motion and Farida gasped.

‘I told you that you would like it,’ Anderson breathed. Fucking hell, if he didn’t calm down he was going to come right there and then.

‘Put your lips around my cock,’ he ordered. ‘Suck it and don’t protest or your family will get fuck all help.’

Farida did as she was told and found it surprisingly easy to do as if she’d already become accustomed to Anderson’s corruption. She was slightly ashamed that it hadn’t taken too long.

Anderson pushed his finger deeper inside, pumped faster and faster, and he felt her move slightly. He knew it was because she was reaching the point where this was going to feel strange and uncomfortable. He plowed on, putting his other hand firmly on her back. She couldn’t move and had to stay with the unfamiliar feeling, not knowing that the end result would blow her mind.

Farida felt something strange happening inside her, almost as though she was going to pee. It felt uncomfortable but she couldn’t move because Anderson held her firmly in his grip. Swiftly, the feeling became overpowering and she couldn’t concentrate on sucking his dick anymore. She stopped and held onto his thighs to steady herself as suddenly she felt juices streaming from inside her.

Anderson groaned as he felt Farida’s juices seep down over his hand. He lifted up her jilbab and saw her nice sweet ass and her pussy was soaked and glistening with her juices. Anderson moved his face to Farida’s pussy and licked her, slowly at first before going faster as he cleaned her.

‘Suck my cock while I lick you,’ he told Farida.

He was ready to shoot his load but he was going to stop himself because, after this, he was going to fuck her all night in every position imaginable and he also had another ace up his sleeve. Whether he could execute that particular plan remained to be seen.

As Farida sucked him, tentatively at first and then faster and faster, matching the rhythm he was applying to her pussy, Anderson became faintly optimistic that he could execute what, to him, would be his ultimate fantasy.

Farida gagged as Anderson pushed her head onto his cock and the tip hit the back of her throat before he pulled it out again, teasing the tip on her lips and then pushing deep inside again.

Anderson was enjoying licking Farida’s pussy and he spat on it and rubbed the hole with his finger before moving one of her legs across his chest so she was astride him.

‘Sit up.’

Farida took Anderson's cock out of her mouth and did as she was told. She felt Anderson pushing her body down, ‘I want you to sit on my cock. Slide your pussy onto me.’

‘I don’t know how to do that, I’ve never done this before.’ Farida was still recovering from what Anderson had just done. The work of his fingers and the sudden expelling of her pussy juices had made her mind go blank.

Anderson pushed up her jilbab and took hold of her hips, his hands firm and strong. ‘I’ll show you.’

Anderson guided the tip of his cock to Farida’s pink hole and pushed himself inside, only an inch, before putting his hands on her shoulders. Then he forced her down onto his hard length.

Farida felt her eyes water as Anderson penetrated her depths. Holding her hips, he moved her up and down and she realized it felt good. In fact, it felt empowering to be sat on top of him rather than having him lying on top of her.

Anderson moved his hips and maintained a steady rhythm. He felt his cock twitch as Farida moaned, softly at first and then, as he thrust faster and harder, louder and louder.

‘That’s it, baby, make some noise. Show me how much you’re enjoying this,’ Anderson encouraged. ‘Let me see how much you like my thick black cock fucking your tight pussy.’

Farida closed her eyes and allowed herself to be lost in the moment as Anderson moved expertly in and out of her. This was nice, this was good, and she’d never thought it would be possible to feel so enveloped in desire.

Anderson spurred on by Farida’s acquiescence, continued to move deeper and faster inside her. He imagined what was being caught on camera and that very thought caused his climax to build. He pushed his hands against Farida’s inner thighs, opening her up even more to him.

Farida heard a deep cry scream come from her throat and the sound was too much for Anderson. He let himself go, his spunk filling Farida, and he imagined sucking it out of her later before bending her over and getting what he really desired.

The orgasm he experienced was one of the most intense of his life and, as he lay there, his dick throbbing, Farida sat obediently impaled on him, not daring to move. Her face was flushed and she felt like she was in another world. But should this new world feel quite so good? She didn’t want to think about it; she decided to enjoy the feelings that were flooding through her and the burn of the desire as it reduced like a thermometer that had been placed from the heat into a cold room.

‘That was beautiful, don’t you think?’ Anderson asked as he pulled Farida into the crook of his arm.

She placed her head on his chest and smelt the pure aroma of sweat and sex.

‘It was good yes,’ she admitted because it had been. In fact, it had been mind blowing.

Anderson reached behind his head and took out the remote from under the pillow. He looked down and saw that Farida had her eyes closed, her cheeks were flushed and her long eyelashes resting sleepily on her cheeks.

Anderson switched off the camera, put the remote back and then hugged Farida to him as if he wanted to comfort her. Somehow, in some way, he supposed he did; he felt almost protective of her after all she had done since she’d come to stay.

He shut his eyes and lay savoring the moment. He heard Farida’s soft snore. Had she fallen asleep through sheer sexual satisfaction? Anderson hoped so. He really hoped that she had started to enjoy herself because, of course, that meant that he could push her boundaries even further.

While he was reliving what he’d just accomplished, his phone beeped at the side of the bed. Reaching out blindly, he found it on the bedside table and he swiped the screen. It was a message from Marnie:

This weekend has been a disaster. I shouldn’t have gone in the first place. Anyway, are you in? I’m dying for a fuck. I have been thinking of your cock non-stop xxx

Anderson blew out his cheeks. The last thing he wanted was Marnie turning up: she’d hit the fucking roof if she saw Farida was here. Marnie was a very passionate and horny woman and Anderson had to concede she was great in bed. However, as most guys found with women of this caliber, they were usually fiery, a negative to every plus and all that.

Quickly, Anderson sent a text, saying that he was out with Toby and that he wouldn’t be back till late and that he was too pissed anyway to be of any use to her. Anderson smiled; Marnie hated it when he’d had a drink and his usually supreme performance was affected.

His phone beeped again. Anderson hoped that Marnie was going to accept his response. He wasn’t in the mood for the usual texting warfare she embarked on if things didn’t go her way. He read:

That’s okay, I can wait. Just text when you are back. Pretty sure I can get you hard and ready to perform. You have never gone a full weekend without sex xxx

That wasn’t what Anderson needed, a determined Marnie on his hands. He decided not to answer. The more he would text, the further Marnie would dig in her heels to get what she wanted. He dropped his phone on the floor; he couldn’t even be bothered to stretch across and put it on the bedside table.

The sound of the phone dropping caused Farida to stir and then she nestled her head further into his chest. Apparently, raising her head or moving her body was too much to contemplate.

Anderson let his mind drift. They would need something to eat soon. Maybe he should cook some of his jerk chicken that he made from his mother’s recipe. He had thought ahead about Farida’s dietary requirements and had bought in some halal chicken. He could make her that and a big bowl of salad and rice.

He was considering whether they should eat in the lounge or in the bedroom when Farida moved onto her side, her back to him. Anderson waited a few minutes and listened as Farida softly snored.

Anderson felt the cloth that was covering her. It was damp with her juices. The feel of her cum sent a surge of total passion flooding through him. He moved a hand under her clothing and felt her nice pert ass. What he wouldn’t give to fuck that.

If he really was a soldier with her ass on offer, he would pay enough money to feed Farida’s family and their educational expenses for ten years. He moved his finger between her pert cheeks and found her hole with ease.

Being married, she obviously hadn’t come to him as a virgin but she had been so tight it was like she was as virginal as the proverbial driven snow. However, she was definitely a virgin anally. Could he get away with that? He didn’t want to force it but maybe he could introduce a slight fingering of her ass to test the possibility.

Anderson withdrew his hand; he didn’t want to do anything while she was asleep. That was creepy. He slid out of bed, slowly so as not to disturb Farida. Across the room, he pulled his bathrobe off the peg and slipped it on before opening the bedroom door.

He would let Farida sleep and recover before subjecting her to more corruption. For now, he would make them something to eat to replenish their energy levels. He had every intention of making the most of this last night together, in whatever capacity he was allowed

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In the kitchen, Anderson concentrated on preparing the meal. He chopped up the chicken along with peppers and took out a tin of pineapple chunks as well as the jerk paste that he always had in the fridge.

Anderson wasn’t used to feeling at peace. Usually, he was constantly on the go and, if his mind wasn’t racing with ideas to make his lectures more interesting, he was partaking in a competitive game of squash or vigorously fucking. Splashing olive oil into the hot wok, he realized that he felt more at peace than he had in years. Maybe all this taboo sexual stuff was the way forward.

He pulled out his rice steamer and filled the base with water before throwing in some rice. All he had to do was show Farida his nice side and maybe he could push her boundaries a little further.

Anderson found himself humming. He had always been good at corrupting people. Marnie, of course, hadn’t been an angel when she’d landed in his life but he had persuaded her to do anal. She hadn’t been keen at first - now she loved it!

Images of Marnie in her black basque and suspenders entered his mind. She was a pretty thing with a banging body. When she was dressed like that, though, there was always a bit of a dominatrix about her. That only made him more sexually aggressive, as if he had to completely own her.

As he poured some pineapple juice into the wok, he smiled to himself. He’d taken to fucking Marnie’s ass more than what might be considered strictly normal but her ass was tighter than her pussy. These days she let him do what he wanted after she’d found out he had fucked Cathy from Essex.

Anderson leaned back against the kitchen work top he watched the steamer as it built up to its crescendo. He was hoping that he could get Farida into the situation where she would let him do what he wanted. Of course, that really did depend on why she wanted this First so badly. If he knew her motive, exactly how important it was, then he could probably rack up his sexual game.

His thoughts drifted back to Marnie and how she was now so firmly under his control he could make anything possible. Imagine, he thought, if I could get Marnie to join in with me and Farida… Anderson pushed that idea from his mind as quickly as it had entered. He was getting carried away! In reality, he couldn’t imagine anything worse than inviting Marnie round. She’d scare Farida to death.

Twenty minutes later, Anderson had chopped the salad, the rice was cooked and the chicken smelt delicious, looking nice and sticky. He hoped Farida liked it. Taking the cutlery out of the drawer, Anderson actually wanted her to be impressed which was unusual for him. He usually only wanted to impress women with his mind and his body. Food had always been irrelevant but he wanted Farida to feel at home.

Before he plated the food, Anderson went to the bedroom to see if Farida was awake. She was still asleep and Anderson gave her a gentle nudge.

‘Farida,’ he whispered in her ear.

Farida stirred as she felt the warm breath in her ear. She’d been dreaming about her graduation where she was on the stage and everyone stood and applauded: a standing ovation.

‘Are you awake,’ Anderson murmured, kissing her ear.

Opening her eyes, Farida was brought from her dreamlike state, slowly and lazily. ‘Mmm,’ she managed. She moved slightly and realized that her body was aching and her pussy was sore, even more than before. She really needed to ask Anderson if he had anything to ease it. Her private parts felt like they had been rubbed with sandpaper and suddenly she needed to use the bathroom.

She leaned up. ‘I’m awake, what time is it?’ She was disorientated, feeling as if being in Anderson’s apartment meant she’d entered some weird realm where time didn’t exist.

‘I don’t know,’ Anderson whispered. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to eat. I’ve made us some food.’

Farida rubbed her eyes to dismantle the tiny crusts of sleep that had formed, even though she was pretty sure that she’d been napping rather than succumbing to a deep slumber.

‘That would be nice,’ she managed, realizing that there was actually a gnawing sense of hunger in her stomach. Right now, however, it was being overridden with her desire to use the toilet. Plus, she felt uncomfortable that her jilbabTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.