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Narisa 2
By C. Stanton Leman
Chapter 2
September 1, 2000
Packing the trunk with Narisa's new fall wardrobe - packed isn't
an
exaggeration - they headed to Steak and Ale for dinner. This time, she got
looks all right, but she blushed at the ones she got and looked for Josh's
approval with a little wariness to see if he might be upset.
My gosh, Narisa excitedly exclaimed to herself, I
can't believe the looks I'm
getting! I like it, but at the same time it scares me to death. I would
never
have thought I was this pretty.
Josh just smiled, pulled her close and laid a scorching kiss on
her right in
the vestibule while they were waiting for a table. Steve coughed behind his
hand-covered grin and they went to be seated. Josh had a serious woody
watching Narisa's delicious derrière in those jeans as he followed her and
those delightful little bumps on her chest as they pressed against her pink
top when they sat down. She looked down and saw his appreciation and
her face, neck and upper chest became almost as pink as her top! Josh
swooned to himself, I know I'm in Luv and maybe a little lust. Check
that -
a lot of lust!
Narisa was starting to feel a little uncomfortable because she'd
never
received the kind of overt attention from several of the younger males,
especially teenaged boys before. She told her mother-in-law she was self-
conscious and felt kind of uncomfortable. Marie asked her if Iranian men
or boys ever looked at her with any interest and she replied that they did,
but were more discreet about it.
Steve butted in and explained that the reason was because of her culture.
In Iran, obvious flirtation was illegal but here, there's no crime in
looking
as long as men weren't rude or ogling. Marie smiled and she touched her hand saying,
"Just try and relax and ignore them. Here, if you continue
to look back at them, they might take that as a signal that you're
interested.
If you ignore them or give them a disapproving look, they generally get the
message and move on. In a way, it will place more responsibility on you
in our open society to be able to communicate to males that you aren't
interested. As in nearly all societies, when a woman isn't interested,
nothing is going to happen.
"When they see your obvious love for Josh by the way you look
and act with
him, they will behave themselves and simply admire your beauty. Narisa,
you are a very beautiful young woman and being beautiful is nothing to be ashamed about. Beauty is only a bad thing
when a woman uses it to take
advantage of a male to get what she wants whether it's money, material things or even power or status. Never be ashamed that you're pretty,
it's a gift from God. Be happy that you're
healthy and have beauty. Your beauty
makes Josh proud to have a
beautiful wife and there's a male pride in
knowing that he has the heart of a girl that other boys desire. I will
remind you as one wife to another: it's perfectly acceptable and an
unspoken duty to use your feminine wiles on your husband to drive him
crazy." (Giggles by both wives)
Dinner went off without a hitch and was very enjoyable. Of course,
from
the looks Josh was giving his wife's new make-over, it was obvious to
everyone at the table that he wasn't concentrating on the French onion
soup or the prime rib thinking about possibly ravaging the sexy little
vixen
sitting next to him when they got home. Woody was also thinking along the
same lines.
On the way home, Narisa and Josh sat quietly in the back seat
making kissy
face when Marie quipped, "Maybe I should get a tight
pair of designer
jeans and top!"
"Not necessarily, little girl." her husband dastardly
quipped. "We still have
to find your sugar daddy, remember?"
"Oh goody, goody!" Marie giggled in her cute little
schoolgirl voice, “Will
he give me loths of kithes too?"
"All-l-l-l over your body, my little pretty! Daddy will kiss
all your boo-boos
and make them better!"
"Oh goody, I just wuv kithes!"
It seems that everyone in the car was a little frisky that
night…
They arrived home and the little diva quickly scrambled upstairs
taking all
her goodies with her. Shaking his head in amazement, Josh thought, How
did she hold all those bags and not break her neck going up the stairs?
Josh's mom told him that Narisa wanted him to stay downstairs while she
primped. Josh and his parents went into the kitchen and were talking
about the day. Josh profusely thanked them for what they'd done for
Narisa. His dad scoffed and said that they loved doing it and his mom said
that she felt like a little schoolgirl again and had a blast. She gave her
husband the "look" through her lashes and Josh quipped to his
father,
"Maybe we'll both get lucky tonight."
Marie playfully slapped her son's arm and said, "You're growing
up way too
fast, Buster!"
Meanwhile upstairs, Narisa was bubbling over with a newfound
giddiness
as she quickly stripped off to shower and model her new wardrobe for her
husband. She went into the bathroom to pee and while wiping she saw the
toilet paper with a tiny streak of red. She checked the gusset of her
panties
and sure enough, there were a few red flecks.
"Oh no! Not tonight!" Narisa moaned stomping her foot on
the floor. "The
whole night is ruined!"
She was crestfallen. She'd planned on modeling her new outfits,
driving
Josh hormonally crazy and anticipated ending her little show in her new
baby blue, white-lace trimmed teddy. Knowing his dool would be standing
at attention and his tongue hanging out, she fully expected to lose her
virginity tonight and her heart was crushed.
Just then, they heard Narisa cry from upstairs, "Momma!"
They all turned in the direction of the stairs concerned and Marie
took off
upstairs. About ten minutes later they came down together and Narisa was
crying. Josh observed she had on a nightshirt on under her robe: Not
good
he thought.
Marie revealed that the sexy mini diva had the whole night planned
out.
First she was going to shower and put her hair up, then change into a
surprise outfit and then really make Josh's night. Unfortunately,
when she
undressed to shower, she saw that she had just begun her monthly curse.
Now she felt like everything was ruined.
Josh lovingly enfolded her in his arms and rocked her
comfortingly. He
told her that they had plenty of time to have their sexy night of fun and
fornication and she smacked him and giggled through her sniffles. Josh
turned with his sullen wife to go upstairs and jokingly said to his dad,
"Give
the little girl some candy, maybe she'll get sweet on you."
"Tend to your own wife, Buster," his mom scolded,
"and leave your father
to take care of this little girl on his own."
"Yes, ma'am." They turned and went upstairs. I guess
she told me!
Josh got Narisa settled in bed and started to pick things up. She
had
clothes strewn everywhere and she even had his suitcase open with his
clothes on the floor. He wondered what that was all about until he saw the
pack of condoms sitting on the nightstand. Josh saw a Victoria's Secret bag
on the floor and started to pick it up. Narisa spotted Josh reaching for
the
bag at the same time and panicked inside. She shrieked and bolted from
the bed snatching it from his hands and scolded him with a coy grin saying,
"No! No can see!"
"Excuuuuse me!"
He smiled at her as she grinned and put it in her dresser then
closed the
drawer. She climbed back into bed while Josh started getting undressed.
Once down to his boxers he climbed in behind her. He grabbed her around
her hip and slid her over and promptly kissed her soundly. He cupped her
breast and she pushed him away and slapped his hand saying, "No! Not
now, I unclean."
Josh left it at that thinking that maybe it might have something
to do with
her period. He kissed her tenderly and said, "I love you, Baby, and
you
looked stunningly beautiful today."
"Thank you. I love you will all my heart. I sorry tonight not
special, but I
unclean until my time pass. I want you, Husband with much desire."
"I want you too Princess, We'll have plenty of time to make
our first time
together a memorable one, okay"
"Okay. Kiss me, hold me and make feel safe and loved."
"Yes, Your Highness, anything for a princess!"
Josh lovingly spooned Narisa to himself as they always do but she
twisted
her hips so that his package was resting against her butt cheek. He nuzzled
and kissed her neck and they settled off to sleep.
Josh awoke the next morning as he had always done: to the sound of
Narisa in the shower. He started to step into the shower with her and she
pushed him back out saying, "Unclean: go!"
As she saw him leave the bathroom through the shower curtain, she
felt sad
that they couldn't share their usual morning closeness. She didn't mean to
be so terse with him but her faith prevented her from having any intimate
contact with her husband while during her monthly flow.
With his hurt feelings and tail between his legs, Josh went
downstairs
where his parents were drinking their morning coffee. He asked his mom
what all this "unclean" business was about and she explained that
the
Qu'ran forbids a man from having intimate contact with his wife when
she's on her period because she's considered unclean. When her cycle is
over, she will perform a cleansing ritual: many women even remove all
pubic hair and then she can rejoin her husband intimately.
"Ahhh." he said with an understanding nod, "now I
understand what she
meant by repeatedly saying unclean."
"That's why." Mom confirmed.
Josh went back upstairs when he heard the water shut off and as
she dried
off, he took his own shower. When they both arrived downstairs, they had
breakfast and Marie said, "Well kids, it's more shopping today only
it's for
school supplies."
And so it was: After the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher,
it was off
to the Wal-Mart superstore for school supplies. Josh told his mom he had a
spare backpack Narisa could use and it was better than the ones they were
looking at. Other than that, they loaded up on the necessary tools and
supplies for proper learning.
Once home, Narisa started feeling really uncomfortable and had
some
severe cramping. She talked privately with her mom (that's what she now
called her) relaying the fact that she was really feeling bad with cramps.
She then told Josh that she was going upstairs to lie down for a while.
Josh's mom told him to stay put while she went to retrieve her purse. She
gave him a twenty-dollar bill saying, "Get on your bike and go to the
drug
store down the road and get Narisa some Midol. Pick up some Pamperin
also."
"What's all that stuff for?" he asked in ignorance
holding the bill in his
hand.
"It's for female problems during their periods like cramping
and bloating. "
"But, but," he stuttered, " I'm a guy. I
can't take that stuff to the register,
they'll laugh at me!"
"You sure didn't mind getting a stiffy watching her nubile
body walk in the
mall, did you?"
"But…"
"And you didn't mind sucking face in the restaurant with her
nubile body
did you?"
"But, but…"
"And I know you don't seem to mind sleeping next to
her nubile body every
night do you? Well that nubile body is in pain. Be a good, caring husband
and do your duty. The day will come when you'll have to go out and buy her
tampons and napkins too."
"Dad…?"
"Facts of life, Son. Get used to it. It's all a part of being
married."
"Lotta help you are… grumble, grumble, mumble…"
So, Josh steeled himself to buy his nubile young wife the feminine
pain
relievers a husband has to buy. Hell, he thought, I've spent four
days in an
Iranian jail, been sentenced to death and been caned: this should be a
piece of cake right? He got on his bike and peddled nervously to the
pharmacy.
Josh walked the aisles and looked for ten minutes and couldn't
find the
darn stuff. Ultimately, he had to ask the pharmacist where the pills were
and yes she was a woman. She nonchalantly said, "Aisle six about half
way
down on the left."
"Thanks." See, that wasn't so bad.
He found the boxes and with the care of a concerned husband, he
picked
out the good stuff: you know, the stuff that even cures PMS: whatever that
is.
So he proudly marched his selections up to the counter and guess
what?
Yep, it was a girl about his age or a little older standing at the
register. She
scanned the boxes and looked at him with a smile then started giggling.
"They're not for me, they're for my wife: she's got cramps
really bad."
"Oh yeah? You don't look old enough to be married to me. How
old are
you?"
"Fourteen."
"How old is your wife?"
"Thirteen."
"Oh, well tell her I feel for her and hope she gets
better."
"I will, thanks."
Josh turned to leave when she stopped him saying,
"Wait!"
"Huh?"
"You're not pulling my leg are you? Are you really
married?"
"Yep!" he answered with an affirmative nod. "Got
married in Tehran, Iran
almost a month ago. Her name's Narisa."
"Cool! You're a good husband to get this stuff for her."
Playing it cool, he replied, "Yeah, it's no big deal: just
part of being a
husband right?"
"Yeah, right. See ya."
"Yeah, see ya."
Josh waited until he was outside and on his way home before he
scolded
himself calling himself one rotten jerk after another. All women get their
periods and if a lot of them didn't have troubles, they wouldn't make this
stuff, right? He really felt like a dirty double jerk when it dawned
on him
that if he really wanted to have sex with his wife, he'd have grinned and
acted real cool when buying a box of rubbers. He learned a valuable lesson
today by telling the truth to that girl at the register and it was simple:
grow
up and stop all this silly macho, childish behavior and act like a man.
Adults deal with this stuff every day and it's just a part of life. Then
and
there, Josh vowed he'd never again balk at doing anything for his
wife:
ever!
When he got home he showed his mom his purchases and she told him
he'd done well. He took two PMS killers up to Narisa along with a glass of
water. She took them and lay back down. Josh snuggled up to her and held
her in his arms and they fell off to sleep for a cozy little nap.
Steven knocked on the door a little while later telling them that
dinner was
ready. Josh and Narisa went downstairs to eat and their mom brought up
the point that it was probably a good thing that Narisa had gotten her
period because now would be a good time to make her an appointment
with Marie's new gynecologist and get some birth control. Narisa reminded
her mom that according to Islamic precepts, she could only see a female
doctor. Marie said that her doctor was a woman and she came highly
recommended from her doctor in Boston. She told Narisa that she has
always gone to a female doctor. She then said she'd call tomorrow morning
for an immediate appointment.
Josh's parents went into the study to finish preparing for their
first day at
Georgetown. Narisa told Josh that she was still feeling under the weather
so she took a couple more PMS pills and they retired early.
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After their morning routine and finishing breakfast, Steven picked
up the
sheaf of documents and everyone piled into the car and headed off for the
teen's new school about nine-thirty. He told them that from the research he
and Marie had done before registering Josh, the school wasn't that large:
maybe a thousand students for all four grades and they had a diverse
population of Asians, Blacks, Hispanics, Middle Eastern and Whites. They
assumed from the different cultures, they'd have ESOL classes set up also.
He also said that the median income for the area was about $120,000 per
year so the area was fairly well educated and somewhat affluent.
The school turned out to be a couple of miles from the house and
appeared
(from the outside) to be in sort of an "H" shape with the
auditorium in the
front of the school. Once parked, the family started making their way from
the parking lot to the building. Narisa looked around with trepidation as
she thought to herself, I think I'm going to be sick. I'm so scared to
even
think about what my life will be like here! Please Allah, all glory
and
honor is Yours, please give me strength.
Soon enough the Williams found their way to the administration
office and
Steven asked if they could meet with the principal and register a new
student with some special needs. The secretary asked them to wait a few
minutes until Mr. Henry finished a couple of things.
As they sat waiting, Marie called her new OB-GYN, Dr. Sylvia
Reynolds.
Come to find out, the doctor was in the process of moving into a new office
that day and Marie was able to speak with the doctor directly. Marie
explained that her previous doctor in Boston had referred her and that she
was hoping to get her daughter-in-law, Narisa seen as soon as possible for
birth control. Dr. Reynolds began to ask questions to get a little information
about Narisa but Marie simply
stated that at the moment, she wasn't able to discuss private matters saying that
they were at school, but would explain
everything in detail when they met.
Sylvia Reynolds was a very understanding and empathetic
professional and
from the sound of Marie's voice, decided it was important that Narisa been
seen. Knowing the movers had one exam room already set up and she knew
where the boxes were for new patient information, she said understandingly,
"Sure, why not. If you don't mind the mess, I could see her about one,
if
that's okay with you."
Marie exclaimed, "That's great! We can be there at one, no
problem.
Thanks, we'll see you then," and flipped her phone closed with a
smile.
Turning to her family, she said, "The doctor can see you
today, Narisa at
one. We can both register at the same time and get you on some type of
birth control."
The secretary walked over and said, "Mr. Henry will see you
now. Right
this way, please."
The Williams family entered the office to see a very tall man about
forty-
five stand behind his desk offering his hand to Steve saying, "Good
morning, I'm Paul Henry, principal here at Robert E. Lee."
From the moment they walked into the principal's office, Narisa
had one
ear trained on her one of her in-law's alternating translations while
watching and listening to what was going on around her. Steven made the
introductions all around as they shook hands and took a seat saying,
"I'm
Steven Williams, but call me Steve; and this is my wife, Marie, our son,
Joshua, and this lovely lady here is Narisa."
When Narisa heard her name, she flinched and felt queasy.
Smiling, Mr. Henry asked, "What can we do for you
today?"
Steven went on to explain who he and Marie were, why they'd moved
to
Vienna and that Josh was registered by phone and was transferring from
James Madison High School in Boston. Mr. Henry called the secretary and
had Josh's records brought in and he perused them as he and Steve talked.
Then Steve went on to explain why they were there that morning.
"Mr. Henry," he began, "we have a unique situation
here and I would like
to explain. Being an educator and a guardian of our children's rights, I
know we can depend on your confidence and discretion in this matter.
We've recently returned from Iran and I'm not sure if you've watched any
news lately, but Josh was involved in an international incident while we
were there."
"I did see something the other night," Mr. Henry
admitted, "but the details
were sketchy and not too revealing: only to say that there was an incident
involving a fourteen-year-old boy and a thirteen-year-old girl. Was that
your son and this young lady?"
"Yes sir, it was."
Steven went on to explain the whole scenario and when he came to
the part
that Narisa and Josh were actually legally married in Tehran, that INS had
accepted their marriage and granted her asylum in the U.S. as Josh's wife,
Mr. Henry sat back in his chair and just looked back and forth between the
two teens in subdued shock.
"Well," he replied shaking his head, "this
could pose a few problems. I'm
sure you know how teenagers are and trying to keep something like this a
secret will be a real challenge, if not impossible. Now don't get upset,
but I
assume that you have documented proof of what you've just explained,
correct?"
"Yes sir." Steve replied and began to lay out the legal
documents from his
file. He showed Mr. Henry the court documents and translated them,
telling him what the teens were charged with and convicted of, their
sentences and the conditions of their commutations including their
marriage and showed him the marriage license.
Looking at Narisa and Josh, Mr. Henry looked at the young couple
and
asked, "Are you two living as husband and wife?"
Narisa gulped and felt a shudder go through her as she listened to
Marie's
translation of the conversation. "Yes sir." Josh replied and
Narisa blushed
and nodded.
"I see." he said contemplatively.
He had Steve translate Narisa's school records and grades and was
satisfied
that she would indeed be on level, if not a little above, with other
entering
ninth graders.
"My secretary said that she has special needs, is she
mentally or physically
challenged?"
Narisa felt insulted by the remark, not understanding that Mr.
Henry
didn't know that she didn't speak English while Josh just chuckled. She
looked at him tersely not understanding why he thought the remark was so
funny.
"No, sir," Marie answered. "She only knows several
words and phrases in
English. Her mother tongue is Farsi." Narisa sighed within herself. Thank
you, Mom, for explaining I'm not retarded or something!
"We do have ESOL classes here," Mr. Henry offered,
"but I think she'll
need more than that initially for her to function properly in a high school
setting."
Thank you! Narisa silently exclaimed,
"The staff here prides itself on knowing just about every
student by name
although we are in the process of learning the incoming freshman class.
Because we only have a few Muslims, it shouldn't be too hard to find her a
mentor. A mentor is another student in the same grade that speaks
Narisa's language that she can attend the same classes with and have
everything translated for her.
Oh thank you, Allah! Oh please let there be someone to help me. I
love
Josh and he really tries, but I really need someone like me to succeed.
"We've done this in the past and it works quite well. If the
mentor and
student connect, the transition is less traumatic when a new student knows
they're not left on their own to flounder out there by themselves. If we're
lucky, there'll be a boy or girl in the freshman class that can help Narisa
out."
Exactly! Narisa silently agreed. Oh please, please,
please let there be
someone to help me.
Mr. Henry called his secretary and asked her to see if there were
any
freshman students that were Muslim and possibly spoke Farsi. Narisa's
apprehensive anticipation was evident and she hugged Josh's arm looking
unsure. He shushed her and told her everything would be okay and Mr.
Henry said to the boy, "I see you're very protective of her. Despite
the
circumstances of your marriage, you two seem to be very close."
"Yes sir, I love her very much and will protect her with my
life. She's come
to trust and love me and knows I won't let anyone hurt her."
"Unfortunately Josh - it is Josh, right?" (He nodded)
"Unfortunately, Josh,
since both of you are in different grades, you won't be sharing any classes
together. We might be able to arrange for the two of you to have your lunch
and study halls together though, but first, let's see what Betty comes up
with, shall we?"
Mr. Henry went on to explain to Narisa and Josh that even with
help, she
would probably suffer from bouts of homesickness and culture shock. He
told everyone not to be too upset if Narisa were to get frustrated and even
agitated at times due to the pressures of adjustment.
"Betty?" He said into the intercom, "Come up with
anyone yet?"
"Yes sir, coming."
Betty entered the office, smiled, handed Mr. Henry three folders
and left
closing the door behind her.
He opened the first file, looked at its contents and closed it
quickly saying,
"Nope, he's a senior: won't do at all." He opened the second and
discarded
that one also saying, "Getting closer -- a sophomore girl." He
opened the
last one, sat back in his chair reading and smiled.
Leaning forward he said, "I think we may have hit pay dirt!
We have a new,
incoming freshman girl named Zaara Khalid. She's Iraqi and has been in
the U.S. for nine years and she speaks fluent English and Farsi."
Insha Allah! Oh thank you sweet Lord!
"Her records state she's Muslim, but it doesn't say what sect
she is. That
can be important because Shi'ites and Sunnis sometimes don't usually get
along very well. Let me get her class schedule." Pressing the intercom
again
he asked Betty to get Zaara's schedule.
Betty brought it in and left. Marie stated that Narisa was a
Shi'ite Muslim.
"Okay," he said. "Zaara appears to be in the
standard college prep course
and she isn't taking any advanced courses. I think we might be able to fit
Narisa into her class schedule. That way, Zaara can translate and help
Narisa get settled. Now… to get Josh's schedule arranged."
This is truly a gift from heaven! It's almost too good to be true!
He looked over Josh's schedule, then he pulled out a book that had
a
master list of classes, their dates and times and compared Narisa's
schedule to those Josh would be taking.
Looking at the young man he asked, "How good are you at
math?"
"Pretty good I think, why?"
"Well," he answered, "in order to get your
schedules synchronized, you'd
have to take trigonometry before solid geometry this year. Think you can
do it?"
"I think so. I took plane geometry last year so I'm familiar
with the
theorems for triangles and such and I know a little about sine and cosines."
"Okay then. You'll have Ms. Hastings for homeroom and English
so you'd
better be on your toes, she's one of the toughies here, but she's fair.
What's
your second language? Didn't I see you were taking French?"
"Yes sir."
Mr. Henry chuckled and said "In order to get all your lunch
and study
periods aligned with Narisa's, you'll have Ms. Marin for French, another
tough teacher: she's young, but she's good. Looks like you'd better be on
your toes this year."
"I'll try my best, Sir. " Josh answered. I can see
this isn't going to be easy
for either of us.
"All right. I'll have Betty type up your schedules and then
we can show you
around. But first, let's meet Miss Khalid and see if she's agreeable to
being
a mentor shall we?" Speaking into the intercom again, he asked,
"Betty,
could you come in here please?"
Betty stepped into the office and was asked to type up the teen's
schedules
and have Zaara sent to his office. Marie spent some time explaining in
more detail to Narisa what was going on and that she might have a fellow
Farsi-speaking student to attend classes with. Narisa's brightened
disposition was clearly evident at the possibility of not having to brave
her
new environment alone.
Edited by Morgan
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