Her round cheeks a bit rosy with embarrassment. I give her all the time she needs, just grinning to myself as I sit there letting my heart rate slow. Anal sex None of that seems to matter now. I get the words ‘Djinn’ and ‘Iblis’ and ‘Shaitan’, which reference genies and demons and the Islamic version of Satan. It seems to be instructions, an introduction to the book, but it’s as if it’s trying to be as cryptic and hard to follow as possible. I don’t get the joke. Liz is shocked and sympathetic, and she immediately gets up and flings her arms around me, “Oh my God, are you ok?!” She’s always such a sweet girl, pure of heart, such a bubbly, uplifting personality. Or pretend I don’t want to bend every girl over, sniff them, lick them, fuck their brains out. A homeless man lying on the sidewalk by the door. I swivel in my desk chair, facing the door as I hear it opening slowly.
