‘Eh, Belly Dancer Lady, what are you doing here?’ I fumbled aghast at the lady in front of me, standing tall in her exuberance youth. A week-old remembrance flashed across my vision as I recalled my meetings with the woman in the great Sahara Desert on the night of Sunday the previous week. She was beautiful, resembling the sexy seductress that could make your knees wobble with a bat of simple lashes, but the evilness dancing in her hazel orbs made my instincts alert naturally.
BITCH ALERT! CODE ZERO-ZERO ONE! b***h ALERT! The brain pinged, shaking me out of the strawberry-world I had created a while ago.
‘Eh, Greetings My lady. I am sorry on behalf of my guest. She doesn’t belong here…’ Farhana gushed almost immediately looking to and fro in-between me and the lady who I presumed was s
