Now you’re going to get it, Frank Leigh, she thought.The doorbell rang five minutes after the receptionist phoned ahead to tell Ms. McMorning her gu...st was on his way up. She draped herself on the large, creamy couch in the middle of the room, her long, slender (fake) tanned legs shown off delightfully, and her large, round (fake) breasts displayed like two brown leathery bowling balls bursting out of a black satin sandwich bag. Bad metaphor? Blimey! I’m not Frank Leigh, you know. Stop. Her father stood up and strode over to us."Daddy, I would like you to meet Ray Kennedy. Ray, this is my father." Pleased to meet you, Mr. Samuelson," I said as I held out my hand."Ray," he acknowledged, as he grasped my hand and shook it. 'Melissa has been telling us about you." Only the good parts, I hope," I said. I glanced at Missy, but she seemed fairly calm, not really nervous at all. Maybe, I thought, things will go okay after all."Sit down for a moment, Ray," said Mr. Samuelson. "Dinner. I figured where I decided for a bench in the park. I think he is already Late and it will not be a passerby anyway, okay, I'll be there for ten minutes just to get it ready. I agree and agree to call me the number when I get there and he will be close to you. I'm getting ready to speed, but I'm catching I'm wearing a lingerie, all black with a shoe and over a trained coach because I'm the least noticeable and because she can do it speedily the best I can. She's already checking my cell phone. As she was new I was the one who old accompanying her every where.She also introduced me to her cousins. It was all going very normal until one day. One day me and her were travelling on my bike. I picked her up from her place while going to the Institute. On the way, we met with an accident. My bike skid and we fell. Though we didn’t sustain any major injuries, Divya’s hand and legs had bruises. Also her denims got torn. I took her to a nearby hospital where she was given necessary medical.