"Stop twerking, Lily, I'm trying to study," Liban Qasim said, shaking his head. The six-foot-tall, lean and athletic young Somali Muslim gentleman sat at his computer, and completed the LSAT exercises. The prestigious Saint Thomas School of Law demanded top scores from applicants, and even though Liban graduated with honors from the criminology program at the University of Minnesota, he would have a hard time getting in. Seriously, the competition was fierce. A brother has to study hard and have his game on point. Just another day in the Twin Cities.
Getting into law school is far from the easiest endeavor that Liban Qasim has ever undertaken. There's a lot riding on Liban's shoulders. With his father Abdulkadir Qasim estranged from the family, Liban has had to step up, and then some. So much for a brother having his own life and doing his own thing after university, for real. Somali families always put a lot of pressure on their sons, and Liban was shouldering that burden as best he could.
Liban's mother Farhiyo Qasim hasn't been the same since she split from his father Abdulkadir. When she wasn't running Q's Place, the laundromat which she once co-owned with her former husband Abdulkadir, Farhiyo was either at the house, watching TV, or hanging out at the local Islamic community center. Liban worried for his mother's mental health, for she seemed depressed, and he checked up on her regularly. Liban's older sister Yasmin lived in Duluth, Minnesota, with her husband Malik. Everything rested on Liban's shoulders. That being said, the brother had his own life to lead, and his own ambitions to pursue.
"Hmm, you're no fun," Lily Dejiang said, shaking her head, her feisty voice snatching Liban out of his studying and darksome musings. Liban turned to look at Lily, and flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile. Five foot nine inches tall, curvy and sexy, with light bronze skin and long, curly dark hair, Lily is quite lovely and damn well knows it. From the moment Liban first laid eyes on Lily, one fine day at the University of Minnesota, he knew that the Chinese gal with the ghetto booty was trouble, but he approached her and introduced himself anyways. Fast forward four and a half years, and they're engaged and living together...
A lot of people at the University of Minneapolis were initially surprised to see the tall, traditionally attired Somali brother with the curvy, flashy Asian bombshell, to say the least. Liban seems quite conservative on the outside. He was after all president of the Muslim Scholars Association. Lily on Dejiang on the other hand was the wild Asian gal who rebelled against her parents and culture. She liked Rap and Hip Hop, dressed like a video vixen and hung out with a wild crowd. Somehow, though, Lily always aced her engineering classes and graduated with honors.
"Sorry, babe, it's the damn LSAT," Liban said, and as Lily drew near, he took her hand and brought it to his lips. Lily giggled and wrapped her arms around Liban, and she nuzzled him on the neck. Just like that, Liban decided to take a break from his studying and make love to his woman. For some reason, snow days seemed to make Lily horny, and when she gets like that, her needs must be tended to or she gets irate. An irate Lily is something that Liban prefers to avoid...
"Hmm, I bet I can take your mind off of that," Lily said as Liban got up and pulled her into his arms. They tried to go to the bedroom but didn't quite make it. Liban laid Lily on the carpeted floor, and began to explore her. Lily has always been quite bodacious but lately, with her frequent workouts, the curvy gal went from hot to sinfully sexy. Liban pulled down Lily's gray sweatpants, and grinned upon realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties.
