Stockholm Story part 2
Azem was to pick me up from the tennis hall later in the evening. His car stopped just in front of me with squeaking tires. I bumped inside and threw myself at the sexy driver. I licked his chin up to his mouth and smacked his nose. He embraced me to feel my heart’s throb. Not sure if the situation between me and him was exactly what the scientists call a ‘Stockholm Syndrome’, but the fact is, I missed him a lot for these few hours. ‘It feels weird in this car without the handcuffs on,’ I...