But hopefully he'd get around it somehow.And in the meanwhile, he was still looking at me—Bernard Castagne, with his eyes devoid of anger for the fi...st time ever. I mean, what's he got that I haven't got."Only one thing," I said truthfully. "Appropriate advertising."Bernard frowned. "I don't want to lie to people." And well you shouldn't," I said. "But remember, we all choose the image we project. Maybe not consciously, but we choose it in the end. And the image you project... Accents all the. The next day while coming I was holding her hands and was moving my hands all over till armpit , she covered my hands with her dupatta andI could sense her sweat in armpits and i was brusing her breasts in side .She started asking what dress to wear , how to tie her long hair and we were like crazy about each other . One day I pressed my thumb on her breast while moving in her hands and she gave me a stare .The very next day I was moving hands in her stomach and slowly moved up to her breasts. “Well yes, but we don’t want to upset our mother or father.”“I doubt that your father would complain if you wore a dress like this. You need to escape their clutches for a while and have some fun.”“You’re right there Georgia.”“Maybe the 3 of us girls should go clubbing one night.”“Or two or three.” Zoe added.“So, watchyadoin?”“Nothing really.” Toby said.“We were thinking about a game of cards.” Zoe said.“Boring.” I said, “unless we play poker, strip poker. That would be fun.”“Not for you. .”“All part of what it does,” Anthe says. “As far as it coming off ... well, it’s fused into you; it is part of your DNA now.”“And you knew about this when you allowed me to put it on?” Harper asks. The girl nods. “Why?”“How about we get out of here?” Anthe suggests. “Let’s go for a walk. I’ll explain it more to you. I rather not do it here.”Harper nods and gets up from the table to lead the girl out the side door. From across the restaurant Trevor is sitting at a table with two others, Ermine.