As the Limo started maneuvering to the area where the Student Union was located, Rob started to ask a question which his mouth changed to; "Father, where is your accent?" "We are from the far East?" Mustapha diverted his attention from his wife's breasts, which were being enhanced by the car's motion. And beamed when he said, "Because we are speaking the language from the East!" "Have you not noticed?" He said laughing. "Say something in English!" Stunned, but not surprised, Rob tried a few phrases, which felt weird and full of vowels, but was better than Bryan's English. He automatically spoke Arabic, unless he concentrated. Bryan laughed mockingly, "Very good my Son!" "I may make a skinny white boy of you yet!" Rob's Face allowed him to glare back. Mustapha pulled some small metallic looking device from the generous and heaving cleavage of his wife, causing her to start giggling while he laughed and kissed her generous boobs. Rob was astonished to find that he had to shift position in his chair because of a generous but alien stiffening in his tailored slacks, which was noticed by Mustapha. "Ah, I see my blood runs deep in you my son." "I will have to find you a good woman, or;" he paused "someone, to take care of your..." He laughed while fingering the purple head of his exposed member. "But first, business." Turning his black eyes to your face He hands you the still warm device and a stack of $100 bills. "The Chronivac is on this handheld computer, it won't work on you." He said smiling. "Find some good people Abdul, I trust your judgment." "Just aim at them." "They will do the rest; if not, fix it." The limo stopped in front of the Union. You place the bills in an expensive looking wallet you find in your pocket, and put the computer in a jacket pocket. "I will conclude this business quickly." you say while you finger your goatee: which feels nice. You step out of the limousine, take a second to adjust your package, and you find yourself swaggering in though the door.