Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself and stretched luxuriously on the king-sized bed, and looked at the sleeping form of her lover, Aziz Kalenzaga. The tall, sinfully sexy, gorgeously dark-skinned West African stud looked good enough to eat. Aziz moved in his sleep but did not wake up. Nadia smiled, pleased that her brand of lovemaking wore out this magnificent man.
The young Yemeni-Canadian Muslim woman got up, and looked for her bra and panties, which lay strewn about in opposite sides of the bedroom. Nadia grabbed her panties and put them on, along with the long-sleeved green T-shirt she had on the previous night, when she and Aziz went to the Silver City movie theater in the east end.
What a wonderful night, Nadia thought, as she headed for the washroom. The young woman sat down, did her business, and then stepped into the shower, after tossing her panties and bra on the floor. Standing under the warm water, Nadia couldn't stop giggling even as she cleansed herself with soap. Last night was magical, and at last, Nadia was a virgin no more.
Looking outside the window of Aziz's seventh-floor apartment, Nadia Al-Masri looked at the City of Ottawa, Ontario, which sprawled in every direction. The Capital of Canada was growing, and it was mostly because of people like her and Aziz. Immigrants from the continent of Africa, the Arab world, Latin America and Asia were solely represented for Canada's demographic growth. White Canadians essentially stopped reproducing for some reason.
Not a bad thing as far as Nadia Al-Masri was concerned. Growing up as a bronze-skinned, dark-eyed and dark-haired gal in a formerly lily-white town wasn't easy. Nadia grew up getting teased by the white students at school because of her skin color and the fact that she spoke English and French with a thick Arabic accent, at least in those early days.
