Baghdad's Mistress
I was out of town for 10 days. I am now back in Baghdad. It seems that the musicians have stepped up their rhythms. Explosion after explosion makes you incapable of predicting your safety in one hour.
Who would gamble on my safety in 24 hours ?! Iraqis are not safer after the illegal occupation. The chances of an Iraqi dying from a bomb is very high.
I went to another Iraqi city to visit one of my friends. We discussed many things among them relocation to a safer place. The candidate places are the North, Jordan, or Syria. But so far I am undecided as I will not leave my city for the invaders and their puppets.
Back to my journey to the past.
"How I ended up as a Mistress"
Remember the emotional day with J ?! J was my mistress friend. Remember my boss's son ?! And me working in the restaurant ?! If not read my previous post.

J - Honey you don't have to quit university. You are an intelligent girl don't do that. I have a plan for you.
- **sigh**
J- Honey, you are not virgin anymore I don't know what you worry about. Just think of it as you were with a lover. You are a grown up woman now and no one would know.
- (At this point all these thoughts were coming up to my mind). J listen I know you say that because you know what you are doing. But I can not do that. What about people ?!
J- You are not doing it infront of people. You go to hotels. I am not a cheap mistress. You are an educated girl I will not let you work in streets.
- (This made me think again. If I can "work" once a month, I can pay for all my needs, and it is in hotels, well no one would know). Tell me more. I don't know.
J- Listen I am working once a week. You can work once a month or whenever you need it. The money is really good and the sex is sometimes good (and she laughed). (At this point, the fish arrived and we started eating and joking. )

J decided to take me to her boss's house. I thought this house would look like a "whore-house". This is because from the Egyptian movies the image was more like this :
A house with doomed lights and half naked women in the arms of drunk men and loud music with the smokes of Nergila pipes everywhere.

Well I was quite wrong. We arrived at the house and J paid the taxi. It was just an ordinary house. J rang the bell, and a lady in her 50s came to the door. She kissed J on the cheeks and welcomed me.
I thought that she might be a worker or something. We went upstairs to the kitchen (In some Iraqi houses the kitchen is in the entrance of the house).
J introduced the woman as (Khala) or (Auntie).
Khala - Hello J who is this gorgeous lady with you. Don't tell me she is your cousin.
J - Oh no Khala. She is a very close friend of mine. She is a university student and she speaks some English.
- (I was very embarrased because I still didn't know what this woman was. There was no sign of anything in the house. Just a normal ordinary house. So I was very nervous. I couldn't speak properly). Yeah yeah some English. My dad helped me a lot. (And smiled).
Khala - Oh I speak English too. I was an English teacher (She and J started to laugh).
J - Yeah tell her the English riddle ( I see the C in the sea) do you know what is that ?!
- Yeah Yeah that is an easy one. See , C , Sea. My dad taught me that.
J- So Khala, my friend is here to get a job. You can talk to her but this is her first time.
Khala - Oh no is this your first time ? What do you do in life ?!
- I am a university student.
Khala - Oh no go home. Go home right now. I will not let you ruin your life.
J- Khala you misunderstood. She is divorced. Bastard men.
Khala - Oh I see.... (Then at this point J whispered something into Khala's ears)
Khala- Oh I am so sorry darling. I didn't mean to be rude. I thought you are a runaway girl from your parents. Please accept my apologies.
- Don't worry Khala. ( I was very distressed. I didn't know what to say. I know realised that this woman was the boss. She was not a half naked woman. She just looked like my mom in her dress sense. And she speaks English and has a degree in English language. What is going on I said in my head).
J- Khala she might want to work once a month.
Khala - OK darling J will tell you about the payment later. I will send you to one of the clients in Babylon Hotel this Friday. See if you like the job or not. I don't have to teach you how you do it I hope your husband had taught you. (She and J started laughing loudly).
- My face went red and I just smiled for a second.

We drank tea and we left after an hour. J got some cash wrapped up in an Al-Jumhuriya newspaper.
J later called me and said that Friday, 3 p.m. Babylon Hotel is my frist assignment.
This is when I became nervous, but the good thing was Babylon Hotel. A 4 stars hotel.

to be continued > My first time to work as a mistress, and to be in a hotel.
welcome back...
Ahhh, so mistress is just the term you use for this sort of work.

On the subject of the illegal occupation, I'm sure you had it better under Saddam, from the comments you've made...

...but lots and lots of others did not.
Somebody Spammed the heck out of a very good mil blog, using your addy. I suggest you go apologize to "thisisyourwar."

How would you like it if I posted my website 10 times here?

You get the picture ????

"Somebody" did this, and she should apologize for it?

Your logic skills are truly staggering.
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