I, Omar, am a boy of divorced parents, of Kurdish descent, who have lived in the Netherlands for some time. I was placed out of the house, because my mother played the whore, and my father was her pimp. I had lived with several foster families, but when I turned twenty-one, I started to wander around a bit, and stayed with several “friends” who lived in Amsterdam, but in the end could live with an acquaintance of my father, who was also a pimp, in Schiedam. At that time I often went to a coffee shop in the neighborhood, where I heard a couple of guys sitting behind me talking about a horny Yolanda, who they used to know from Maassluis, but now probably lived in the neighborhood, and who apparently had all been fucked. Remember two years ago Ali took her to a party in that garage, and when she finished a couple of whiskies, she could just undress and take some naked pictures of her? All she had left at that time was a pair of white socks, where she stood with one foot in the oil. But when we showed her our cocks, she got really horny, and said she could suck our dick, no matter what she did! When she couldn’t even suck us? Oh yeah, and later, when she lay down on the table, we fucked her with ten men all fucked up, whatever she liked, she couldn’t get enough of it? She then said that if she had her own home we could come to her house, but I don’t think she even remembers that! Would she still be like that? Yes she would, one of them said, she always did everything she promised later on, because I called her again later on, at first she said she couldn’t have me, but then when I said that she had promised in that garage that I could come and sleep with her once if she had a house, so we could fuck all night, she said: well, if I promised, come on then! Oh so you know where she lives, who still has her phone number, I would like to fuck her again? I had heard all this, and when one of the guys said: wait I have her address and no I still believe. And while he was reading the address and number to his boyfriend, I made a note of it.

I went out in the evening to try it, and called her. After ringing three times, she answered, and I pretended to know her well. And said: Hay baby, with Omar! Omar, she said, I don’t know any Omar! Oh don’t you remember, you promised me something two years ago, but I didn’t hear from you! and now I happened to hear that you already have a house! So how do you know me, Yolanda asked me? You do remember that you were in Maassluis, in a garage at a wild party with Ali, well you promised me something, didn’t you? I don’t remember, Yolanda said, what was there, and what did I promise? Oh you remember, you were completely naked then, and we were allowed to fuck you with ten guys, which you liked so much, and when I left, because I lived in Amsterdam, you said I could sleep with you if I would come this way again, now I’m here, and I hope you do what you promised, and I can sleep with you tonight. Yolanda was quiet for a moment, and I think she was thinking, until she said: well, if I promised, come and sleep alone! Yes of course, I said, well see you later then! Just to be on the safe side, I bought a bottle of strong liquor, and went to her.

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