Sharma was no more than five feet four even in her high heels. She had long, straight black hair, a prominent, angular face with high cheekbones, and ...as a skinny as a rake. ‘Drop your books and come over to us.’ Mrs. Sharma ordered. It felt as though I was in a trance as I obeyed. They both smelt nice as I stood in between them. Mrs. Sharma took hold of my right hand and inspected it. ‘He’s a fine boy,’ she said to Shilpa aunty. ‘And such strong hands.’ as Shilpa aunty nodded assent, Mrs.. She frowned, hiccupping and swaying back a little. “I met him last year through my roommate that moved to Scotland. Her brother’s friend, I think.” “What’s he doing here?” I asked more calmly, trying to look more curious than desperate. Her mouth made a little ‘o’ of surprise. “He’s here?!” She started to stumble away as if searching for him, but I caught her arm and repeated my question. “He lives a couple hours away from here, and I didn’t think he’d accept the invitation. We must catch. "Aren't you old enough to be a mister somebody?" Mandy said. I laughed. "Nope. I don't use mister. That's for old people. And I'm not old," I said. She giggled again. "Well, you're older than me. So I should call you mister," Mandy said. I shook my head. "Not a good way to start off a friendship if you ask me," I said. "Who said we're gonna be friends?" Mandy replied. I was shocked. I guess I wasn't used to a girl that young being that blunt. "Well then, sorry I misunderstood. It's nice to meet. It is understandable when you become besieged with feelings after you have just cum so hard and so much in such a fleeting time. Now stand here and compose yourself while I get our food.”He brings plates of quiche and salad to the table along with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then he pulls out Emma’s chair for her, and she sees something attached to the seat. She stares at Donald, somewhat understanding what it is, but somewhat confused.“Emma, you have done so well with the finger play,.