Katharina was a good girl. She was good at sports, good in school and got top marks in everything she did. She was pretty with red hair and green eyes, and had long legs that everyone thought she should do model ling, but she thought she was too good for that. She actually thought she was too good for anyone and was really snobby. She had something against everyone, and definitely didn’t like foreigners in her town. She was from Cologne, a very Catholic city and hated that it was being overrun by immigrants that didn’t respect her culture and religion. So when once night, coming home from a part she met Khalif, a taxi driver, she couldn’t believe what she was doing, but couldn’t stop herself either. It started off like any other night. She went out to a bar with friends, had a few drinks, chatted with some guys but no one special. Paid the bill and called a taxi to go home. She lived across town, so never used the night bus because so many weirdos and foreigners would be on that line at night. She was wearing a short leather skirt that night, she remembers the feeling of the leather pushing up against her thighs. She got into the taxi she ordered, and within seconds she locked eyes with this gorgeous man who had green eyes like her. The trance was broken the second he asked in a very thick foreign accent: “Where can I take you?” She thought, ‘You can take me anywhere, just take me’. She gave him the address, but the whole route home she was arguing with herself, how could she like this man? He’s obviously not from here, when she looked at him name on his taxi license, it sounded Muslim; Atif Khan. But all her reason went out the door the minute they arrived. She didn’t want to get out. In a slow but sure voice she said to him: “Come to the back seat so I can pay you with my pussy…” He got in the back seat and they steamed up the taxi, on that cold winter’s night. It would be the first of many until she finally decided to give herself over body and soul.