Finally I saw Dottie and this kid — hell, he couldn't have been more that twenty-five — movin' in the shadows by the back door. The band was playi...g a fast two-step but they were dancin' somethin' slower than a waltz... if dancin' is what it was. His hands were all over her and she sure weren't complainin'!I watched for a minute, undecided, when she put her arms around him and gave him a big kiss — sure looked like she was trying to ream out his tonsils. Breaking the hug she took his arm and. The Chinese set the tone for the dinner, and a very noisy tone it was. Yelling across the table, laughing loudly, passing plates of food around, etc., were all natural. I wasn't totally surprised, because I'd been in Chinese restaurants a few times, and seen some tables of Chinese people behaving similarly, but being in the middle of it was a new experience for me. [[The Chinese for "good restaurant" is literally "noisy restaurant". Their restaurants usually have hard surfaces on the floor,. And when my friends at work asked when they’d get to meet him, I always gave a noncommittal answer. Again, I can’t explain it. I just felt as though he was mine. All mine.It sounds psychotic, I guess, like some crazy obsessive girlfriend syndrome. But it wasn’t exactly like that. I mean, he had friends. He had people he’d see and I was fine with them. I liked them. I think that beneath the surface, I was a little afraid that the people I knew might find him, well, wanting. After all, there were. After some time, suddenly the door opened and another lady teacher Swati (name changed) came, she is an absolute beauty purely white awesome figure 5’10” wearing a grey churidar and woolen sweater, went to the other teacher in the room talked to her and then came back and stood near me with her ass facing me. Now I was thinking was this a trap or I am being lucky today.So I decided instead touching with bare hands, I will use the pencil. Using pencil I first lifted her churidar slowly and then.