Amy and Hassan

Amy felt like a princess, out here in the Middle East. The stipend was generous and the experience was tailor made to capture on social media. Amy posed in a sumptuous restaurant with Hassan, her Niger buck, her wearing her hijab, him looks nonchalant, almost a lazy confidence on his face.

It was odd. For although neither were from here, this place felt like home more than any other. From what Hassan had relayed of his youth in Niger, the poverty, the squalor, Amy had no desire to visit there. And for her, Alabama was now also unwelcoming. The black sheep that was her family had increasingly treated her as its own black sheep. So for them, this place of unbelievable wealth and luxury, where she rode Hassan's cock each night and captured her adventures on social media, a beacon for the next generation ... this was home.