I tried to ignore it, but there was this naughtiness in Divya’s smile that made me bolder. And, I smiled back.I was in my white baniyaan and white c...ecker boxers. I didn’t wear an underwear inside and thus, my boner was quite visible.I got up from my sofa and walked towards the kitchen. Divya got up too and, turned towards the wash basin and started picking up the dirty utensils. I walked up to her and stood beside her.Divya didn’t move. I slowly kept my right hand on top of hers. And Divya. Still, I miss the seedy sexually charged atmosphere of the adult arcades. I was with one of my regulars the other night, an older black guy, and he’s one of the few I allow to visit me at my apartment. Usually I meet men at motels, but with the Covid-19, that gets expensive and I don’t need anything to cut into my overhead. So I have definitely relaxed my rule of not entertaining at home.Anyway I’ve known this guy for about 6 years - I don’t even know his NAME! Am I TERRBLE?? But that’s not. . ." (and she struggled now, withlittle success, against the power of his venom) ". . . ohhhhh, I'd show you,you panty-snatching, pointy-nosed, furry-assed . . . oh, fuck!" "So," said the fox-man with a smirk, "you're not as prone to tearful surrenderas your comrades in crime. But you're still caught. Make it hard for yourselfor make it easy--it changes nothing from where I stand." "Give me back my thong!" the redhead screamed. "Not a chance," said Sly. "You don't need it any more. I've taken. “What do you mean?”Ari looked at me and said, “What if it’s true? What if this is the Jeana Colosimo you used to date, and this guy really is your son? What do we do then?”It was my turn to shrug. “No idea, Ari. It sounds pretty far-fetched to me. A thirty-year-old guy pops up in the middle of a Presidential campaign claiming to be my love child? He’s probably just looking for a payoff.”He nodded. “Probably. I’ll let you know.”Ari left and I sat there a few minutes more, reminiscing about my.