Mohammad Khan

Carrie adjusted her hijab, glaring over at you.

"Next time you need to do this better," she said, making some more adjustments. Finally, she was ready. She was more conservatively dressed than you had ever seen her. But this was a very different man she was pursuing.

Mohammad Khan was 25 years old, the same as Carrie. He'd been a translator in Afghanistan for the American military for several years, and had even rescued two soldiers in a particularly dicey battle. But he'd barely made it out of Kabul, ahead of the Taliban. And his award for all this was a bare apartment, and some handouts.

Mohammad did his morning prayers and then showered. He did enjoy the plentiful hot water. He had a thick beard, a muscular build, and a thick nine and a quarter inch cock. All these women were godless. Even Carrie, the one the charity sent to help him adapt to life in America, was hopeless.

He got dressed, and there was a knock on the door. His jaw dropped open to see Carrie, the American who always flaunted her beauty, in a hijab. Perhaps she wasn't so hopeless after all.