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The Concierge – Chapter Forty Four

Juan and Anna are in her car, after the outburst from the restaurant manager they decided to leave without causing any more trouble. Anna was very upset by it all and Juan did not want to upset her even more by asking too many questions, even though his mind was racing with all sorts of questions, imagining the answers to his questions and letting his imagination run wild. He is driving her car, while he tries to comfort her, she sniffs every few minutes without saying a word, only wiping the tears that form and re form in her eyes. Finally Juan stops in front of a park and leaves the engine running to keep them warm as the nights have started to get a little bit chilly lately. After he puts the gear into P, he sits quietly for a few moments before turning to face her, looking at her soft pale face it is now filled with red patches on her cheeks, her nose and her lips look swollen. She looks so innocent so fragile that it takes Juan all his might no to reach over and hug her. Finally he decides to break the silence and says “Now now it’s not that bad. Please stop crying Anna, it’s over.” She looks up at him, her eyes still rimmed with tears. “No Juan, you don’t understand….it’s not over and it will not be over for a long time.” He looks at her and wonders exactly what she means by that.

“I’ll take you home,” he says, “It’s getting late and also very cold.” Anna nods in agreement and tells her where she lives. Following Anna’s directions, Juan arrives at her residence. It is a nice building, 14 storey tall, grey in color, very cozy but at the same time quite modern.

As Juan switches off the engine and is about to step out of the car, Anna puts her hand on his hand and asks “Would you like to come up?”

Juan is taken aback at this proposal, not quite sure what to think, before he is able to answer, she pleads with him ,”I don’t want to be by myself, please stay a bit, I get so lonely sometimes in this country.” Juan couldn’t help but sympathize with Anna, for so many times, he too had felt the exact same way.

Sonya is closing up the book store and getting ready to make her way home. As she bends over to lock the bottom of the door, she is suddenly grabbed by the waist from the back, the assailant puts one hand over her mouth and as she tries to scream only muffled sounds come out of her mouth. He is strong and she is no match for the tight grip that he is imposing on her. She realizes that he smells familiar and he begins to kiss her softly on her neck, even though she is scared, the way he is holding her and kissing her arouses her. She stops wriggling and he pulls her closer, she can feel his hard-on on her and contemplates giving it a strong donkey kick as soon as she feels his grip relaxing. But before she is able to do so, he turns her around and kisses her passionately on her lips, she looks into Brandon’s warm eyes and as she gets deeper into the kiss she puts her arms around his neck.

She had missed him so much and it seems her body has missed him even more. After whats seems like an eternity in an embrace, she looks up at him just as he looks down at her and she asks him, “What’s wrong? Where have you been?”

Looking into her eyes, Brandon slowly begins to regret what he has done, what he has been doing ever since he moved away from his parent’s house.

Meanwhile Alegra has just finished having the best spa experience of her life, and is now having an even better experience, at the very top of the building where the spa is located, Salvatore has a penthouse. Ceiling to Floor windows that show case the gorgeous city view and such elegantly classy furniture adorning the suite. All the colors were dark, either brown or black or grey – “ So very mysterious, so very Salvatore”  she says to herself and she smiles, Standing infront of one of the large windows, Salvatore comes up behind her as he slips a hand around her waist and kisses her bare left shoulder. He then offers her a glass of one of the smoothest white wine Alegra has ever tasted. She smiles in delight as the sweetness washes over her tongue. Happy to see her happy, he pours her some more and leads her into the master bedroom.

The bedroom is even more impressive with its furniture that look like something from a sci-fi movie. The bed is slightly high and the coverings as well as the pillow are a deep purple colour, while the bed sheet is white and the whole room smells of lavender, nearby she notices where the aroma is coming from – scented candles are quietly burning  on a table near the bedroom window. A shudder runs down her spine as she realizes what is about to happen.



The Concierge – Chapter Forty Three

The Concierge – Chapter Forty Three.

The Concierge – Chapter Forty Three

Ashley is in Walter’s limo, she arrives at a magnificent brasserie in the Upper East Side on Lexington Avenue.  The driver opens her door and a gentleman, who may be a butler, is at the door ready to escort her in. As she walks in she is taken aback by the rich décor of the brasserie, the whole place is decorated in warm dark beiges and white, the colors are subtle yet strong, even the napkins and the waiters are in beiges and white. The walls are colored alternatively in beige and white, one wall white, one wall beige. At the far end there is a floor to ceiling glass cellar encasing some of the most beautiful wines, champagnes and bubbly bottles that Ashley has ever seen. The smell of the food is fresh and strong although she can not tell which direction the kitchen is. All the people are well dressed, the men in semi- formal suits while the women are in bright jewelry and semi formal evening dresses.

Her guide guides her past the tables of people enjoying the marvelous dinner on their plates and into a separate private dining room, he knocks on the door and a voice inside answers him to come in. Walter stands up and walks towards Ashley, he holds her hand and kisses it gently. “This is not too bad,” Ashley thinks to herself as she begins to relax. She smiles when he brings out a flower from behind his back, a sweet daffodil with a white ribbon in the middle, she takes it and quickly smells the fresh scent that escapes the pretty little flower in her hand.

He ushers her to sit down on a chair beside his and the waiter pours the two each a glass of champagne. He smiles and raises his glass to her, she does the same with hers and the two glasses meet and clink in the air. Ashley finds out that Walter is quite interesting when he is not too drunk. He speaks to her of his interests and hobbies; she finds out that he enjoys reading mystery novels, skiing, going fishing with his grandkids and nephews. He also has an eye for fashion and has multiple department stores back in Russia. Finally as he feeds her dessert , a melt in your mouth heavenly slice of chocolate truffle, he says something to her that erases all the comfortable feelings he had managed to instill in her so far. “But one of my favorite things in the whole world, Cuban girls with nice plump round brown popka,” he slips his hand, that had been resting on her lap all through out dinner, on to her ass for a very firm side squeeze.

Maria is at a quiet coffee shop with Dylan, they had just finished having dinner at a cosy little deli nearby.Dylan who was so used to 3 – 5 course meals was pleasantly surprised, to find that a simple small salad, followed by chorizo carbonara pasta and a scoop of chocolate ice cream would taste so good, specially since it was from a low key deli shop that he had never heard of before. Enjoying their warm latte and hot chocolate order, they talk to each other about their lives; Dylan’s is filled with travel, parties and extended families. When it comes to her turn, Maria is slightly shy and embarrassed to tell him about the struggles of her father as an immigrant and her family as they go through lots of ups and downs just to make ends meet. She thinks of what a contrast her up bringing is to Dylan’s. Dylan senses her hesitation and he places his hand on hers and smiles, coercing her to open up to him.

She looks at his beautiful eyes and discovers a caring feeling that she never noticed before. She smiles and begins to tell him about her parent’s life pre-marriage back in Aguadilla, she continues to describe to him their life once they got to America, slowly moving into the present where she tells him of her concern over her mother and her youngest sister Alegra. All the while Dylan listens with the utmost attention, nodding from time to time and caressing her hand when he would sense the part she was telling him made her emotional.

“I just wish I could be there more often to guide her,” she ends  by telling him of her wish to be there for Alegra. She looks up at him and at that moment he places his hand on her cheek and leans in to give her a kiss on her lips, soft but firm, sweet but sensual he lets his lips leave an impression on hers.

He pulls back to see the surprised expression in her eyes turn into a rage that matches the blushing sensation on her cheeks. “Why did you do that?” she asks him confused. He looks at her not knowing what to say because he himself did not know why he did that, finally he answers “I don’t know, it just felt right.”

Even though inside she felt enraged and thought to her self “ how dare he, who does he think he is to just kiss me because ‘ it felt right’, does he think that she’s that kind of girl, caress her hand, tell her a few sweet words and she’d be ready to fall at his feet, she did have to admit to herself that it did feel right, just something about the way he seemed genuinely concerned and interested to know her made her feel that it was right.

Dylan pays the bill and the two begin to walk hand in hand towards Maria’s parent’s apartment, somewhere along the way the two get very comfortable chatting and laughing away that Dylan puts his hand over shoulder and Maria puts hers around his waist. They reach her parents apartment and at the doorstep of the building, Maria stops and says “well, this is me, it was a lovely evening, thank you”, she smiles at him. “Looking forward to many more,” replies Dylan as he bends over to take her hand in his and plant a slow kiss on it. Maria blushes and makes her way in to the building while Dylan watches her walk away. She walks towards the elevators, which as usual are simultaneously stuck on some other floor. As she waits for it, she begins to think that maybe just maybe this thing with Dylan might just work.



The Concierge – Chapter Forty Two

Over at an apartment in Brooklyn, things are hot and heavy between Randy and Caroline, he has just finished giving her her 2nd orgasm, first with his fingers and then with his tongue. Caroline feels like she is on a new drug – a high that has no return. After he met her, he told her, he would like to spend some quiet time with her, since it’s been so long since he actually got to spend any real time with her, without sneaking into her apartment early in the morning.

Lying on her back on the couch, he caresses her bare thigh with his right hand and touches the outlines of her lips with his left hand. Randy is on top of Caroline, looking into her eyes and smiling at her as she smiles back. “I love you, you know that..”,  she says to him. He looks at her, his expression changes a bit to show a little bit of reluctance, which he quickly masks by kissing her passionately  he releases his hands from their positions on her lip and thigh to put them on her hips. Her eyes suddenly fly open in between the kiss to reveal the sweet pain he has just pushed into her through her open thighs. As the sensation becomes more intense so does the passionate kiss, before long they are both sweating and rocking back and forth in unison.

A few hours and several orgasms later, several for Caroline and half as many for Randy, the couple are on the floor spooning when Caroline’s phone rings loudly, arousing the love birds from their drug-like trance. She gets up and walks over to her hand bag where she takes out her mobile phone, suddenly feeling self conscious she grabs her shirt that is on the floor after being thrown there during the outburst of kissing and grabbing that served as their entrance to this apartment- which until now Caroline had no idea who it belonged to, but the ownership of the apartment quickly becomes the last thing on her mind as she hears the most horrible news of her life.

Just as they usually do Miguel and Ahmet are walking side by side, Miguel is busy chatting away about the stories in the book Ahmet gave him, telling him all the things he found especially interesting, although from the way it sounded, it seems he found everything interesting. Ahmet is lost in his own thoughts, barely able to hear Miguel because of the loud thoughts in his mind, every once in a while; he would look down at the boy, then nod and smile.

They finally reach Miguel’s building and as he says goodbye to the absent minded Ahmet, his mind becomes present once again when he feels Miguel hugging him, “I don’t know what’s going on with you Ahmet, but I thought you might use a hug, that’s what my mom gives me when she thinks I’m upset,” still grasping Ahmet by the waist, he looks and smiles at his friend. Ahmet is taken aback by this sweet gesture but reciprocates by rubbing the hair on Miguel’s head affectionately.

Miguel runs up the stairs towards the elevator only to find it not working due to the false fire alarm sign that usually comes on when you are in the most hurry. He decides to use the stairs, he could use the motion after sitting around reading for so long. As he is going up the stairs, a tall black men, is rushing down the stairs two steps at a time, they momentarily exchange glances and Jeremih mumbles something under his breath in his Jamaican accent. Miguel gives it no second thought and opens the fire exit door leading to his apartment; he stands at the door for a moment as he tries to recall if that Jamaican man was one of their neighbors on their floor. He walks into their home to find a strange smell looming all over their apartment, funny enough it smells like a mixture of fish and herbs. He calls out to his mother, who answers him from the kitchen. He walks over to find her preparing a dish made of fish for dinner, that explains the fishy smells he says to himself, but what is that herbal odour, he thinks. Looking around the kitchen he can not place the origins of the herbal smell, he looks at his mother and is about to ask her if she smells it to but is amazed to find her laughing by herself and worse yet, it seems like she was talking to the fish on the plate in front of her.

“Mom, are you okay?”, Miguel asks his mother. Celia seems to be frozen, her eyes blazed as she stares down at the fish, he touches her arm lightly and she quickly regains her composure when she notices the strange look on her son’s face. “I must have drifted off on a day dream”, she tells her son,” but you were talking to the fish, Mama,” he responds to her explanation.

“Don’t be silly Miguelito, it seems that I am not the only one who was day dreaming, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner, okay sweety,” she kisses him on his head and nudges him towards his room. She clamps her hand around her mouth and breathes in to her hand, she inhales her breathe to check if it has any remains of her afternoon delight. Clearly it had remained in her head, she thinks as she turns around to look at the fish who was, just a few minutes ago, talking to her – in Spanish.


The Concierge – Chapter Forty One

Alegra is lying on her stomach receiving a massage. She thinks to herself “wow this is the best massage I’ve ever had”, then she realizes it’s the only massage she’s ever had, “if you don’t count that boob rub Brad gave you”, she says to herself. She giggles a little as she remembers that day, “silly boys!” she thinks; “Now I am with a real man”. She smiles as she can’t believe how luck y she has been for bagging Salvatore.

Her afternoon has been amazing so far, after getting her from school,Alfonso took her to a spa place about half an hour away. The entrance of the spa was breathtakingly serene with light blue and white being the theme. This was showcased on the furniture; in the waiting room – the couches and tables, the curtains and even the glasses, trays, plates and coffee cups with which the servers brought refreshments. The ladies were all from the Far East, gorgeous women with silky jet black hair and perfect porcelain skin. As Alegra entered she couldn’t help notice how beautifully elegant and graceful these women were, “I would be the same if I had all this spa facilities in my reach,” she thought to herself. At the door a woman slightly fuller than the slim attendants greeted her, the woman who went by the name of May ling, was the manager and the main hostess of the spa centre. She was a charmingly king lady, but with a strict side as Alegra came to find out when she heard her sternly speaking to one of the attendants in mandarin clearly scolding her for something she had done wrong.

The first part of her afternoon was a relaxing body massage, followed by a full body wax, which was then followed by a Moroccan bath and a facial. Once done, she got her nails done – French manicure and pedicure while her hair was washed and wrapped up in a shower cap and towel to be deeply moistened with some natural conditioners to give it a deep treatment. All the while she sat reclined in the most comfortable leather seat watching back to back episodes of Sex and the city.

As she watches the girls walk down the streets of Manhattan, dressed in their expensive heels, carrying the trendiest bags and wearing the most fashionable outfits, she imagines herself in their place. She is momentarily struck with a thought that she hasn’t had time to properly think about since meeting Salvatore. What next? This was her last year in high school and she was meant to start looking at colleges. She hardly has enough time to dig in deeper into these thoughts when she is awakened. The head hostess had come back to let her know that her hair is ready to be washed. Thus comes the hair and make up ritual, her hair is washed, then blow-dried and finally set in big curls using a curling iron with a large barrel. She touches her hair and is instantly in love with the bounce and softness that lies on her shoulders. She looks at herself in the mirror and is amazed at the transformation the make up artist has given her. Although it is quite subtle, she can’t help but notice how glamorous she looked, her self admiration is interrupted once again when she is escorted to a changing room. Her eyes open wide when she sees the most beautiful YSL dress, the top was made up of a black lace corset and the bottom was made of silk and of a bright royal blue colour. Lying in a half open box were matching royal blue YSL pumps with a black bow in the middle and black soles. As breathtaking as the shoe and dress ensemble was, it was in no way comparable to the jewellery set that lay on the table right beside the box of shoes. They weren’t very big, but the diamonds were clearly beautiful – and they were every where. On the necklace made of small diamonds that met in the centre to form a locket in the shape of a medium sized diamond heart. Along with the necklace there was a similar bracelet, the bands made of small diamonds that met to form a small diamond; the same was the case for the earrings,a long line of small diamonds led to a small diamond heart at the bottom of the earrings. She suddenly feels a warm fuzzy feeling on her neck; she jumps up in surprise to be held by her waist. She turns around and looks up to face Salvatore, he looks down at her, a smile on his face, his dimples growing deeper as his smile grows wider, Alegra can’t help but notice how sly his smile looks but at the same time she can’t ignore how good looking this sly Italian is.

Nicola has just finished browsing the book store and has purchased 2 books, 50 shades of grey, as she had said she would and the Seamstress by Maria Duenas. She decides to walk over to the coffee shop near by and indulge herself in a scone and a cup of tea, while she starts reading one of her new purchases. She is lost in her reading and is surprised to find that it has gotten quite dark, which isn’t that hard it being the end of Autumn and the beginning of Winter in New York. Starting to feel a little sleepy and slightly tired, she gestures to the waiter to bring her her bill. She pays it, leaving the minimum amount of tip, as she usually does. Holding her handbag in one hand and the small plastic bag with the books in the other, she starts to make her way towards her building. It is quite dark as she takes the alley way home. She has the strangest feeling that some one is following her, scared to alert her pursuer that she has noticed him, she continues to walk without looking back. She hears a distinct set of footsteps behind her, that’s when she decides to finally turn around and that is when she feels a warm leather glove on her mouth, muffling her screams. A strong medical smell over comes her nostrils and she feels her body getting heavy. Her attacker lays her down and her worst fear comes true, laying on her stomach on the cold pathway of the alley, she is not able to move but can feel her aggressor on top of her – raping her repeatedly. Unable to scream, tears begin to drop slide down her cheeks. She could not feel any of her limbs but strangely enough she could hear his grunts, his voice is thick and heavy- mimicking the way her body felt. The pain in her anal cavity is mind blowing, even through the numbing effect of the drug, she still feels the sensation of pain, 15 minutes later, her aggressor has long disappeared and as the drug slowly wears away, the pain becomes more and more intense signifying just how brutal the attack was. Unable to stand up she slowly crawls towards her handbag to find that her wallet and her mobile have been taken – he even took her new books.


The Concierge – Chapter Forty

The ladies are in their apartment, getting ready for a night out. Ashley had decided to go out on another double date with Heidi and their old men. So far they had been out for dinner together with the 2 men three times in the past 10 days and every time the girls had received the most expensive of perfumes or brightest of jewellery after the dinners. Maria on the other hand had decided to give in to Dylan’s requests for a date, but on her own terms. She told him that they should go some where that she would pick, this way she wouldn’t feel over whelmed when he’d throw his money in her face if he were to take her to dinner at a very expensive restaurant – which she was almost sure he would if she had left it up to him.

Maria decides that they should go to the nice middle eastern restaurant near to her parents place, she had decided to take the next day off and wanted to spend it with her mother helping her with the grocery shopping and catching up on her health. So after a nice dinner and maybe a walk in the park near by Dylan would drop her home, she had it all planned out. Both her and Ashley receive a message on their mobiles, Maria’s reads ‘I ll be up in 5 min’ courtesy of Dylan where as Ashley’s reads  ‘I wont be able to make it tonight, im sick, we will have to cancel’ courtesy of Heidi. Ashley is disappointed, she continues to read Heidi’s text- she asks Ashley to call her half of the duo and inform them of the cancellation.

Ashley begins to dial Walter’s number and as it rings she wonders – would it be such a bad thing if she went forward with her part of the date?

Before she has a chance to really toy with this idea, Walter’s stern voice comes through the telephone line.

“Hello my beautiful lady!” his voice turns cheerful and that is all Ashley needs to make up her mind.

She tells him that Heidi would not be able to join them for dinner tonight and that they should post pone their date for another day. Just as she expected and hoped, Walter tells her that just because Heidi is not able to make it for dinner, doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t go forward with it either.

She laughs and agrees, he tells her that he will send her his driver to pick her up in 15 mins. As she hangs up she turns around to come face to face with a questionable look on Maria’s face.

“You are seriously not considering going to meet this man without Heidi, are you?” she asks

“What if I am- its not like they are complete strangers,” she snaps back at Maria.

“You’ve only been out with them about 3 times Ashley- and never alone, you don’t even really know this man” she warns her friend.

“What difference is there between me going out with Walter and you going out with Dylan?” she retaliates defensively.

“The difference is Dylan is a young man who works and runs in the same circle as we do, apart from the obvious, we are trying to work on building something through forming a friendship.”

“You hardly know anything about these old men; you’ve only ever really been with them when you’re drinking or half past drunk.”

Ashley is about to reply when they are interrupted by the door bell ringing. She walks over to open the door where she finds Dylan holding a bouquet of flowers. He smiles his winning smile and leans in to give Ashley a kiss on her cheek as a form of greeting. “You look lovely, hot date tonight?” he asks.

She smiles and nods. He walks over to Maria who is standing in the middle of the room with her arms folded across her chest, she unfolds them to give Dylan a hug and kiss on his cheeks before she takes the flowers from his hands. “Would you like something to drink before you head out?” she asks as she places the flowers in a vase full of water. “Nope, im ready to see where you are going to take me for dinner tonight,” he smiles a cheeky smile a Maria.

“Well enjoy your evening Ashley, it was lovely seeing you,” he rubs her shoulder affectionately as he walks out. Maria walks up to Ashley and says “Call me if anything happens, okay?” she puts her hands on Ashley’s shoulders and hugs her good bye.

As Ashley closes the door she reassures herself that there is nothing to worry about, better yet, what ever nice gifts she might get this evening will be all hers and Heidi would be missing out.

She thinks of Heidi and remembers one rule she taught Ashley about dating rich old men – never give them the chance to be alone with them. If she abides by this rule and goes to a restaurant as they normally do, she would be just fine.

Her thoughts are brought to an end when the concierge calls to let her know that Walter’s driver has arrived and is waiting downstairs. She picks up her bag, turns off the light and heads out into the evening.

Back in Brooklyn

Celia has just spent the last 3 hours chatting away to Jeremiah, his beautiful white teeth glistening as he laughed and talked with her. What a beautiful compliment to his caramel brown skin, Celia kept thinking. They were sitting in the living room nibbling on some cookies and drinking bouts and bouts of tea and coffee. She hadn’t felt so relaxed in such a long time. Jeremiah was a 29 year old man of Jamaican and German mix. He was born and raised in Kingston and came to the US about 4 years ago, prior to that he had been living in Munich since he graduated from high school in Jamaica. His mother was a Jamaican woman and he was her only child with his father a German cruise ship captain. He had come to Jamaica on one of his cruises and had fallen in love with Maddie, Jeremiah’s mother. Unfortunately Marten Krauss had left behind a family of his own in Munich and came to enjoy the passionate existence of the island life. Some how through the confusions and great distance, he was able to reach an amicable  divorce settlement with his wife and miraculously he was able to have his children come visit and enjoy several vacations on the island with his new family.

Listening to him talk about his life, where he went to university, the friends he made, the things he did- Celia could not help but feel a little envious. Her jealous thoughts are interrupted by a question she never thought she would ever hear any one ask her – especially not at this age.


The Concierge – Chapter Thirty Nine

As Alegra starts to make her way out of school to walk home, a heavily tinted black Cadillac escalade pulls up beside her on the street. The driver’s window comes down and it is Alfonso, Salvatore’s favourite driver. Alegra smiles as she recognizes the hazels eyes that stand out on the face of a chubby red cheeked man in his late 40s.

“Hola Alfonso”, she says to him, “What brings you here?” she continues to ask.

“Well, Senorita Alegra, Senor Salvatore sent me to get you,” he answers, his cheeks growing redder as he smiles with happiness at seeing Alegra so happy to see him.

“Hop in the back, Senor Salvatore has left you a letter”, he tells her. Alegra looks around to see if any one sees her, making sure the coast is clear; she gets into the back of the SUV. She is delighted to find a lavender colored envelope with a card inside.

“You have been driving me crazy, making me miss you all this time. I am hoping I can make you just a little bit as crazy as you make me. I have sent Alfonso for you, he will take you to my private spa location, I have booked for you the most relaxing and pampering afternoon before I have you for dinner. ”

Algeria’s heart begins to beat with excitement; she has never been to a spa before so what does this pampering evening entail, but most importantly what does he mean by saying “before I have you for dinner”. Her nervousness begins to lessen as she thinks of all the spa treatments that she had read about in magazines- she imagines which ones she would get to experience.

Miguel is at the special meeting place he shares with Ahmet, its been about 15 minutes past the time that Ahmet had told Miguel he would meet him. Miguel looks around at this small tunnel like foot path under a small walking bridge. He remembers the 1st time Ahmet brought him here. He called it their cave because the other side was blocked due to some construction and people had to go around the foot path if they wanted to reach the other side, while others continued to walk on top of the small bridge located right above. Because it was such a long way and great inconvenience to walk all the way around the tunnel, not many people came to this secluded place – which made it the perfect place for Miguel and Ahmet to have picnics during rainy days or days when the sun was unbearable.


Luckily the place was not too far from his school, therefore not too far from his home either. Miguel decides to sit down and read a book that Ahmet had given him, ‘1001 Arabian nights’. As he begins to read the words off the pages in the book, he starts to become lost in the magical world of Shahrazad’s stories. Amused at how wonderful the world inside this book seems, he thinks of Ahmet and his days back in the Middle East. Although he now knows that the middle east of today filled with conflicts and political turmoil is way different from that of Shahrazad’s, he wonders if during the days when Ahmet was still there, it contained just a little bit of this magic that he has come to experience from reading  the book. Quickly carried away and much further into the imagination than anticipated, Miguel is shaken to feel something touching him on his shoulder. He jumps up, failing to land steadily on his feet and continues to trip forwards, landing on his knees and belly. He is surprised to see that it had started to get quite dark outside, but not as surprised to feel a pair of very strong hands grab him by his shoulders from the back.


“Are you okay my friend?” Miguel is relieved to find that the hands belong to Ahmet.

“You look quite shook,” he says to Miguel, “did I frighten you?”


Miguel stands up and dusts his clothes, looking at Ahmet he senses that he is not in the best moods.

“What time is it?” he asks Ahmet. “Its almost 6:30.”

“Where were you all this time?” asks Miguel, “I really should be getting back home – I texted my mom telling her I am out playing basketball with some of my friends and that I would be back by sunset.”

Ahmet looks down at Miguel not knowing what to tell him, he thinks back to the afternoon he had just had.


Earlier that afternoon at Ahmet’s restaurant.

Ahmet has just over seen the restoration of some parts of his restaurants , not anticipating much traffic as he had put up a notice informing people that he would be closed for renovations, he decides to go meet his friend Miguel. He leaves the supervision of the remaining minor renovations to one of his employees. When Ahmet passes by Anna and Juan’s table , he is surprised to see them , firstly because he didn’t expect any customers so early in the afternoon, specially since he had put a notice up informing his clients of his renovations, even though the restaurant was already back up and running and secondly because after he welcomes them into his restaurant , he recognizes Anna.


“What are you doing here?” his voice an angry ball of words.

Juan is surprised at this sudden outburst by some one who a few seconds ago had showered them with the most warmest of welcomes.

Anna is confused as she looks at Ahmet, not understanding why he was acting this way towards her, for just a few nights ago when she was here with her boss entertaining some clients, Ahmet was the best host.

“ I thought I had agreed with him that he can bring his clients here but you and the other girls should never bring your clients here. Take your dirty work elsewhere.”


Juan can not believe what he is hearing, nor is he able to completely understand what is going on – but from the sounds of it- Anna might be an escort and worse yet, she had a pimp.