SNET Village Story Series: NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY

[Basra-]

'Mickey got visiblely angry and threw off his Kangol hat and began to do the neck break. As he spun around on his head, I realized that I was outclassed'



And I realized White man can't dance!

[Basra-]

Mrs Qudhac was physically restrained, and pulled out to calm down. Meanwhile, Basra feeling all relieved & safe, began to wave at her handsome husband who was apparently was looking for her.Her husband was tall, distinguished looking gentleman, very stylish in his attire. He had long pointy slim long nose,very distinguished nose by the way,a touch-up moustach that is stylishly thinly trimed itself, large lips than she would have desire in him, & soft curly hair that ran down his shoulder.On this day-- he couldn't have been more conspicuous in his fashin-- a bright flashy white suit with a touch of pink little satin napkin sticking out in his left jacket pocket. Basra waved at him --enthusiasticly--delighted somehow to see-- not sure whether it was that she felt safe now or more unsafe given her husband's fragile nature.



'Macaanto--- *kiss* --- *kiss*--i have been looking for you every where. ' Her husband spoke in hia nice little flamboyant voice.


'Darling i am quite fine-- although a few minutes ago, my life was in great danger! ' Basra replied while attempting to lean over & whisper all the juicy gossip & raising her eyes at the same time.



'In great danger????? My sweet, delicate woman! Who would dare harm you? No-- not when i am here or alive! ' Basra's husband spoke with enforced authority--- thereby satisfying her feminine delicate heart. She rolled eyes in all comfort & leaned her head on his perfect, well dusted--cologne smelling shoulder.


'You're sweet--my husband--- very sweet indeed. Anyway-- let me summarize you on everything that conspired in your absence. You know the fat Mrs. Qudhac- right----u know--Sexy kitten --well...she....




The voice disappeared in the crowd as Basra pulled her husband away, updating him on everything delightful...& of course---none delightful.

So i sat there-- thinking to myself- 'Abdi--what are you doing?? Why are you thinking this morbid, horrible thoughts? I had this murderous intention in my mind. I was deeply jealous of Basra's husband, i could not hide it anymore.I tried, believe me i tried 'he cried to himself.


How can 'that' man have her? I sat there contemplating all devious methods of eliminating this obstacle---this---ffffunny smelling man-- or sort of a man.Of course i will ask for Mikey's help--you know with his italian Mafia connection. 'I think there is hope here'! He whispered to himself feeling quite hopeful. He could glance from far that she was still talking to her husband & apparently Mikey joined them now-- they were in deep conversation.

'Mikey- you look quite handsome in your suit dear. Seriously-- i did not recognize you at all. When you made your short entrance-- i was quite taken back.Of course your height & habbit of hands in the pocket betrayed you, but i am impressed'


Basra spoke, eyes glaringly open--not sure herself whether --she is attracted to Mikey or just the idea of a tall Mikey!

Mikey--laughed excessively as usual--in Basra presence, he could hardly bring his mouth together to return gratitude for this complimentary kindness.Finally, having collected himself together he began to talk sensibly & his voice had this enforced ---hoarse deepness that-- one knew right away it was a play to come out 'macho'!


"Thanks Basra-- for your kind thoughts, you are too generous.You know--its your fault right -Basra? '


What do you mean, Mikey? Basra asked-though knowingly--knew what he meant.


'Well i could have been your hubby'!


Said Mikey while deeply starring in her eyes--piercing her soul--that made her cling to the hands of her husband, tightly.However-- being quite a charmer herself-- & having calculated that Mikey is not as strong as the drunk Qudhac--she could easily take him down with her Minolo heals--if he was thinking any touchy honkey business.So she calmly smiled to validate the gratitudes expressed & spoke calmly...



'Mikey-- you are just too good for me.I dont deserve you! I cannot keep up with a permanent horny dog --can I? No-- i opted for the opposite---(Looking at her husband,admiringly)--I opted for this fine--stylish sensitive gentleman here- (she kissed him on the cheek).... who doesn't think of sex--ALL times--just once--every 3 years."



Meanwhile her husband equally glared into her eyes-- took her hands-- & softly if not---sweetly kissed her hand while he wiggled his eyes---almost one would think--competing with her.Mikey--jealous still from not having her--& perplexed how this tall--stylish husband got her---remained calmly mad & just gave his best fake smile.

'Basra-- You are a genius! I just love you! If i were a woman-- i would just want to be you" Spoke her husband. Mikey sort of got the idea--now why she chose him. He was feeding her ego--every morning-- every afternoon, every night!



.......Aaaahh ...My dear husband-- i am so delighted-- so madly in love with you-- i cannot take it. I mean- which wife can brag she is still virgin after a three month marriage? So stylish in your clothe, so well behaved--so proper--so feminist--aaahh -- my dear husband---you make me proud--to call myself....... .....



call myself........ Mrs...Afdhere!

[Basra-]

is this too much?

[DANGIRL]

Basra this does not sound like you dear.I was wondering have you been watching soft porn?

[Basra-]

Gasp! Dangirl Are you serious?? Is it dirty??? But a gay man is always safe. He wont think of you---that way?

[DANGIRL]

Haraam... How could you befriend a faggot in the first place?I know we (women) and (gay men) have everything in common,but being their friend is a Big no no. He may not think of you that way,but he's thinking about your man that way if you know what i mean!

[AbdiWahab252]

Basra had always longed for Abdi. Was it his rugged, manly looks or his cockiness only an Iljeex could have ? She had fallen under the trance of Abdi and a victim to the saying "ONCE U GO HAWIYE U DON"T GO BACK." Her desire for Abdi was second to the desire for material things. Abdi being a modest businessman could not satisfy her insatiable appetite for the finer things in life. Alas, the two were not meant to be.

She had married Afdhere because he was a filthy rich designer, the Somali Versace. He had the wealth that could take care of Basra's materialistic mentality. However, Afdhere had a secret. One secret that only a beautiful woman like Basra could hide. Basra also had little secret: she was a golddigger with an appetite for the finer things in life. The two had met at Chez Afdhere Boutique during a shopping spree.

Basra took a liking to Afdhere's great fashion sense and his sense of style. The two shared many things in common: a love of literature, poetry, arts, and shopping. Afdhere soon proposed to Basra and the two wed. On the wedding night, Basra realized Afdhere's secret. He seemed not to desire her in a physical manner. Basra wondered what was wrong. Was it her night gown ? Did he want her to make the first move ? What could it be ? She wondered.

[Basra-]

'He had the wealth that could take care of Basra's materialistic mentality'


aint that the truth--- Amen!

[Kamal35]

Abdiwahab and Basra: A story without the great Kamal35 is not a good story...


Anyway, you both are doing it really really good!

[ABSAME']

Basra and Cabdiwahab , I can sense you guys have some commonalities.