This time it’s all about you. He reaches down for your hand and brings it up between you. For a second you’re angry. But then, never breaking eye ...ontact, he brings your soaking fingers to his lips and slowly, gently, sucks each one clean. 'You taste amazing.'” At this, a strangled moan escaped her lips. I was sure now that in her mind she’d left this small office and was lost in the fantasy I was creating. As I’d hoped, she seemed to have entirely forgotten that I was there, and still. "What about the Vagnors?" They are late riserssss. I ssshall sssserve them later." How long have you been with the Vagnors?" Almossst twenty yearssss. When I first came to thissss area, they alone gave me food, sssshelter and employment." Oh you poor man! It must have been terrible for you."Adrienne was beginning to feel differently about the disfigured man with whom she ate."I have learned to live with what life hassss given me. I need no sssssympathy." Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that. She was friendly with everybody, so no one could make out her if she had the hots for anybody. We had arranged an office picnic to Gorai Beach. The office had booked a bungalow. It was a one day picnic. The bus was arranged, and we reached the picnic spot at about 8.30 am. The bungalow was beautiful it had a big garden in front a big hall room, with a single bedroom on the ground floor a big kitchen below and two big master bedrooms with toilets attached above everyone dumped their baggage in. . ," I said, "Does that mean I won't get to pull your hair this morning." Yes... , Silly!" she laughed. "But if you're nice—maybe I'll let you." she giggled in that way little girls have that is so endearing.My dear little SeatmateI learned her name was Dora Mae Lindsey and she lived just a couple farms away from where our rented house was located.Although she was only twelve years old, she intrigued me. Even though I was fourteen, I had become a bit impressed with myself. Coach Swank had told.