5 am, 19th of March.
Out of 1998's surprising instances, overheard two men discussing about a woman when Jane was over her jogging track on iPod tunes. Jane never used both the ear plugs. It is the other thing that right piece of her earphone was not working but still some times she get it tucked in her ear along with the other – to let people know she is into her music and cannot hear them gossiping OR to treat both her ears with equality over similar agenda.
Out of 1998's surprising instances, overheard two men discussing about a woman when Jane was over her jogging track on iPod tunes. Jane never used both the ear plugs. It is the other thing that right piece of her earphone was not working but still some times she get it tucked in her ear along with the other – to let people know she is into her music and cannot hear them gossiping OR to treat both her ears with equality over similar agenda.
Murmured suddenly one of the men when Jane was walking right behind.
“I’ll show you
a great site today.”
“What kind
a site? I see this site everyday. What? Is there something I missed out?” gasped the companion.
“Well, yes, you certainly did and no one can see it while laying lame over his bed at 5 O'clock in the morning. OK, let me describe you verbally and let’s see if you could reseal the site or even recognise her, if you ever get your eyes on her stance.”
“AHHH… HER? OK!”
Agreed the companion happily with his set of 32 all out of that huge pout. The two had similar things in their looks, which is, a big pout.
Men do not, however, take a pride in guessing but when comes on women they love their given job to blow their mind to a certain level that only his clan could be a witness of and they take a reward for having that judgmental attitude towards this addiction very carelessly. They could say many
nasty things while guessing which keeps them occupied out of the motto of not
giving it a thumb’s up to guessing work - just for a fun part you see.
“The most tempted thing that I find in her is…” he snugged at his companion.
Soon as Jane got interested in the discussion and to save her self and these two from the following embarrassment, she pulled the useless right ear piece and plugged it back in her ear so that they could not notice her listening to their conversation if for instance she get caught right at behind.
Jane was still busy with the ear plug when suddenly the companion raised his eyes, smiled and hit his elbow to his narrator's bicep holding up hands towards his well-built chest giving out a gesture of what his friend notices in her when he sees her.
The stranger
knocked into the companion’s six packs and said, “you know am gay and I can’t
betray you.”
Jane
giggled wile cupping her mouth with one of the hands.
While the
passed by, who were walking the opposite direction were giving her a sarcastic
look might be thinking she listening to one of the funny radio channel DJ’s who
is giving out a gift hamper to the listeners who make him laugh for nothing.
The
companion mean while laughed and started teasing him as if he is aroused for
him. The passed by were getting pretty amazed but these three were enjoying
each others company.
For a meanwhile, Jane was shocked herself at the companion and whispering to her heart, “I mean six packs he made to attract a man? Somehow, her hope and want of flirt was going off after assuming all this.
“Hey hey,
it’s enough I’m not gay of course but I’m not attracted towards what you are
pretending here bro.
He talked as if he is spitting on companions biceps.
Jane wanted
to maintain a certain space between these two gays and herself behind them as a
nature of being a woman she was just interested in the conclusion that how a
man sees a woman.
He
continued.
“Well, she
has a golden caramel (ish) skin too far to be an Indian and too near to be an
Arab. I find it quite difficult to get her real roots really - well, being a male I am bad in guessing too as my predecessors and successors. But she is cuddly,
her cheeks are so soft-looking that I sometimes twitch them in air." Raising his hands while in air with sparkle in his bold and big eyes those are accessorised with heavy lashes.
Gasps and
giggle that sexy companion of around thirty years of age.
“Wallahi! Her
American, UK (ish) and some times that Asian accent is such a confusing thing
for me you see.”
“So you
already talked to her?” asked the companion with his usual teasing g way.
“Idiot, as
you are expected.”
“Idiot!”
whispered Jane to herself, “I did not expect that.” Adjusted her earphone again
giving a clear gesture to others walking the opposite direction upon her
actions. But what to do, she was disappointed after all.
Since being in the situation where i have to describe Jane, i can claim that where ever she steps, never have turned herself down in anybody's eyes as; all eyes get glued on her stature and personality. Jane is not a slender woman at all i can categorise her easily into an average bodied lady - with attractive and very talk-about (good and bad both) personality. she has a very rebellious attitude in one's vision and very sweet and kind in others. very customised in her looks. never performed any malfunction when comes to her wardrobe. well using the word wardrobe here is just a ritual that I am fulfilling otherwise all her clothes and dresses are never organised or well kept inside a wardrobe. she never decides pre-hand over what to wear the other day. just wakes up and performs a massive control over her day's look.
Since being in the situation where i have to describe Jane, i can claim that where ever she steps, never have turned herself down in anybody's eyes as; all eyes get glued on her stature and personality. Jane is not a slender woman at all i can categorise her easily into an average bodied lady - with attractive and very talk-about (good and bad both) personality. she has a very rebellious attitude in one's vision and very sweet and kind in others. very customised in her looks. never performed any malfunction when comes to her wardrobe. well using the word wardrobe here is just a ritual that I am fulfilling otherwise all her clothes and dresses are never organised or well kept inside a wardrobe. she never decides pre-hand over what to wear the other day. just wakes up and performs a massive control over her day's look.
“Her eyes
attract me a lot. The way she put her eyeliner sometimes gives me a gesture
that she is a modern Emirati woman. But no abaya is the indication that she is
not a local girl. Oh by the way, I heard her talking on phone, in case you need
to know how I know so much about her accent.”
He smiled.
“Hmmm…”
shrugged the idiot companion while his friend went on after taking a few sips
out of his big water bottle.
The six
packed idiot companion was really giving her a hard time to get to hear the
whole description of a woman from a man’s perspective - nothing on earth is better then the appreciation of a man for a woman - sometimes - a man never appreciates immoderately and on immediate bases and if he does that means he really can not control over his words and of course he means it - Jane for sure always looked out for that true appreciation which was almost everyday added in her credits.
On many occasions she felt like going to the companion and asking him to shut his mouth and listen to the man carefully. But she was tied up herself.
Jane was getting late for her work:
On many occasions she felt like going to the companion and asking him to shut his mouth and listen to the man carefully. But she was tied up herself.
Jane was getting late for her work:
“Seems like these people does not have any work to do or don't have to go
to Abu Dhabi for a JOB.” Mumbled she.
“Her hair
that flares in air always are kept tied into a fairly looking ponytail. I never quite am able to count colours on
her hair - red, purple, blond and all possible browns. And yes, a sweet little nose
that never allows her eye to set on me.” Gasps.
"intersteing! go on. I am almost in love with her now."
"i discovered her!" claimed over the unknown woman this calm matured stranger.
"intersteing! go on. I am almost in love with her now."
"i discovered her!" claimed over the unknown woman this calm matured stranger.
In a very strangled and serious voice the companion somehow continued who was i am sure almost done with his interpreter's introduction and was ready to see her and even meet and greet her at a very first instance he sees her, “Every
woman here is in abaya, and am sure they all are expatriate women disguising themselves
into local dressings.” Pointed out the companion.
Jane was almost leaned towards the companion already with his eyes who were searching her so deeply and desperately.
“Oh yeah! Crap!” Jane strained her beautiful crease-less long neck while looking around and popping it out of her not slender but carved shoulders - heritage gave it a name of being carved. She found herself in a zone of jealousy I must count here. “Every woman here I see are in abaya yes the handsome idiot is right.”
“Oh yeah! Crap!” Jane strained her beautiful crease-less long neck while looking around and popping it out of her not slender but carved shoulders - heritage gave it a name of being carved. She found herself in a zone of jealousy I must count here. “Every woman here I see are in abaya yes the handsome idiot is right.”
“OMG… are they talking about me?” a thought
suddenly carpeted her mind with her mouth wide opened letting her lips then smack together and biting all the skin coloured lipstick off and furrowing her nicely done eyebrows. Her
disappointment was obvious. I recall.
It looked
like as if this gay hunk is not going to let her get more jealous of herself.
So she coughed and passed them both as if she just joined them on to the track.
In that unconscious moment where Jane was still collecting herself all together
she literally got hit with the companion’s side. That is it, break of ice and
start of conversation she thought it is. It was pretty obvious by the looks now that whom the companion’s friend
was discussing so warmly.
Both the
men were from local clan.
“Where are
you from?” asked the companion.
“Well, in I
am from Pakistan.” Answered Jane.
“Wow! Exclaimed
the stranger upon which his companion claimed, “Yeah my friend and even all
locals love Pakistani women. They are hard to find though. And they are really
very beautiful to start with.”
Blushed Jane
with her eyes pointing on her various colour enameled nails.
“What is
your name by the way?” enquired the companion from Jane himself while his
friend was not able to ask much when the woman was sitting right beside him on
a footpath on track site.
“Jannat.”
“Wow Arabic
face Arabic name i have now started wondering if you know to converse in Arabic then no one can judge where you
from.” The companion said while still under the wings of his amusements.
“Shukran ya
seyadi” said Jane in Arabic. I have to go now gentlemen I am already late from
reaching my office on time.
Grasped each
others’ hands and there Jane ran way to the direction of her house in north swaying of course her sexy hips to the eyes of
both the men.
"As you have already missed your transportation," said hot chocolate fudge companion, "can i have the pelasure to drop you, ummm, since I am on my way back to AD myself." while clasping both his hands together making a loud and heavy sound." So, so would you like to join me? I... I mean can i drop you?
Jane looked at him and then to his fired friend with a smile on her lips that smacked almost immediately.
Well, my readers are wonderfully aware what her reply should be.
"As you have already missed your transportation," said hot chocolate fudge companion, "can i have the pelasure to drop you, ummm, since I am on my way back to AD myself." while clasping both his hands together making a loud and heavy sound." So, so would you like to join me? I... I mean can i drop you?
Jane looked at him and then to his fired friend with a smile on her lips that smacked almost immediately.
Well, my readers are wonderfully aware what her reply should be.