”“In which case, the night isn’t over yet. Do you want to go out somewhere?”“I don’t mind that. Except, I don’t know much of Delhi. So, ...ou’re going to have to choose where we go. Yeah?“We can go to my restaurant if you’d like.”“I do stay in hotels from time to time, but I always prefer cooking a meal for women as opposed to going out to restaurants.”“In which case, we can go to my kitchen and you can work your magic there.”“Depends, what do you fancy today?”“Anything European? I’m sick of. She leaves her pearls about her throat, anticipating the effect over her nude breasts. They were a gift from him, she wondered if it was too much, the calculus of this overwhelming her, fascinating her, surprisingly arousing to her. She sees her neck and chest flush about the pearls. She feels she has given something of herself in wearing them for him to see. What would he expect in return? She notes another smile, for yielding to him, excruciatingly slowly, pleased her in a way she felt was. Earlier in our marriage when I would travel to see my friends out of state, my one girlfriend who was dating a black guy, asked me, "Why don't you let me and T hook you up with one of his friends?" I said, "No thanks, I'm not doing a black guy!" she said, "You know, you really should try one, they are soo good in bed, you have no idea what you are missing!" She was once married to a white guy and now divorced and seeing T on a regular basis. I told her I was fine, when it comes to sex and she. " Next time we visit Ramizotti's Italian Restaurant," Juniper said, "we'll have to try the Kung Pao Chicken." Well, I'm pleased to hear you refer to a 'next time, '" I told her. "Would you like to give me your telephone number?"Still seated in my car, she wrote down her name, cell phone number and her parents' address on a scrap of paper she'd found in her purse and handed it to me.I figured it would be a little awkward, trying to reach up to her to bestow a goodnight kiss while standing at her.