Hassan and Jamal

The two people who shared their car, Hassan and Jamal, were two tanned young adults. Hassan, 29, was very handsome, but Jamal, 27, was rather good looking himself. Well muscled, their skin toned, they wore free flowing Italian-style shirts over their linen trousers and Gucci shoes. Hassan, heir to a businessman in Tangiers, was the epitome of the bantering golden boy blessed with looks as much as skills and money. Jamal, on the other hand, was his best friend since kindergarten, but afflicted with terrible business luck and heir to all of his father's one-room grocery store. They'd spent the day in Marrakech following a course by a foreign expert and were now headed to Essaouira to enjoy some fun times before they were called back to their families' businesses.

After a while and some idle chitchat, Jamal pulled some pot from a pocket and rolled a joint. He offered to pass it around.Tom shot down the offer, earning himself a steel gaze from Leticia. Annoyed that he'd make a decision on her behalf, frustrated by his lack of adventurousness, and feeling Tom was being rude to Jamal, she picked up the joint and breathed it. Her eyes watered. This was quite more powerful than anything she'd experienced in high school or college!