Haram love

to mecca

When it came time to do the pilgrimage to Mecca we packed all her belongings and I worldly goods and move they're not just doing the hajj but also moving there.  We were Dressed in the traditional way of the pilgrim Mecca and we actually held hands on the bus there.  We didn't kiss but We smiled at each other and our eyes smiled at one another as well we showed our love through our expressions are on our face and through holding our hands. It was hard because I want to feel the cross of her lips on my lips as well and on my body. She How did you recite the Quran to me as a way of comforting me and knowing that that she love me.
Then she asked me in whisper If I wanted to marry her during the hajj.  
"Yes I do," I whispered back.
Then she caressed my lips with hers.  She couldn't give me the ring until after we got into the hotel room because she didn't want to be found out again already known as infamous lady taj.  She wanted to just be with me in peace and simplicity.  She rolled her eyes two me  batted her lashes at me. 
"Make love to me!" She Whispered and giggled.   Her laughter and loving personality was very infectious tell me at least I couldn't help but want to be with her at all times not just for safety and security state wide or so just to be with her. When we go to the hotel room we started to make love like to jack rabbits in a junkyard. She got between my legs and kiss my womanhood so deeply that I climaxed. 
I had no regrets this time to be made love to buy her. And I had no regrets for losing my virginity to her five years ago.  Is this what true love being able no to regret being with the person  you love.
Do you only thing I regret was going to America and join the CIA just to spite her.  I didn't realize it at the time that she was still the kind caring person that I fell in love with in the charismatic person that I fell in love with. I thought he had changed for the worst forever as lady taj.   But I made a grave mistake in thinking that way. I was angry at how she was being treated I was angry at her she was being forced into terrorism when really she wasn't really that kind of a Muslim if there is a kind of a Muslim. She was a true blue Muslim as she was before and she was true blue again and she was in love with me again she was always in love with me from the beginning.  Since that first sermon that I witnessed of her as to the time we were starting to make love I wanted nothing more than to be with her. My heart age as they thought that I had done her wrong in someway one really she was a victim. A victim of circumstance poverty and terrorism. I didn't mean to hurt her in anyway or threaten her I was just doing mine what I thought was my job.  
When I look through my purse I found a whole bunch of love letters and love poems that she wrote while she was in captivity without Al-Qaeda.  
I started reading them. And they quite steamy and erotic it's a wonderful that she didn't killed being caught with them.
Some of them were letters to me asking how my life is in America or how I was doing and that she loved me.  Some more erotic love letters and sounds gorgeous diary entries to me about how he was trying to deal with the situation at hand the lady taj, and how she couldn't handle it anymore that she was going to kill her self if she had a make another communiqué video or hurt someone in anyway. I didn't know they stand over her problems I just watched her sleep as I finish reading the letters and there was a lot of them I've spent the whole night reading them. She looks so peaceful and she was sleeping like the angel she was.  She wanted to make love to me but she was too tired I guess. So I kissed her eye brows which were perfect. 
After our night together in my car she decided she was going to get an apartment in my car and the side to open up another mask he had a lot of balls to do that you know that dream deflated in Riyadh. She wasn't going to give up her dream of being an imam or the first female imam.
We moved all her stuff to the apartment from the hotel room and then realize there is no different from the one in Riyadh words was exactly like being in the salon while she wasn't in A slum she was in a lower class neighbourhood.... Which was a lot better than being in Islam which is pure poverty and it fails. I thought that she was doing much better than she was an insult human connection is there anyway where is in the capital of Saudi Arabia and she was always in sub human condition, and she was treated with no respect as she was a woman and a lesbian in a country that didn't allow homosexuality where are you much. But still she loved me and loved the world he still you and wanted to be with me even though I threatened her with everything under the sun as a CIA agent. I gave that up and decided just to be with her instead.
She was worth more than money or gold or anything else that matter she was too beautiful and too charming to be personal way or thrown out of my life program already did before. I said I was going to marry her anyway even though I said I was going to I'm going to marry her and I'm not gonna let go of her.