Chapter Twenty Five
“YIIISH.”
I’m f*****g traumatized, as six hours later, I’m lugging all this stuff back, bags and bags of the stuff into my loft and the ‘Thing’ I picked up on the way.
More about that ‘Thing’ later.
The elite mall was packed with grazing herds of Japanese tourists, cameras everywhere, Chinese, Taiwanese and European tourists shopping too.
There were tons of Arab women, sans black sheets, for when there away from Jeddah, they become very different girls. They become western females, wearing makeup, consumed with style, jewels, clothes, high heels, lip paint, all the stuff that would get I’m an ass stoning back there in The Kingdom.
My nerves feel like pin balls, my head hurts, my butt aches and my feet hurt too, and I tell ya, trying on clothes is an endless state
