Her thoughts reverted automatically back to Henry's words about this man, his employer, that he was "a powerful, dynamic leader of men," but all she c...uld think of at the moment was how Max Alexander's penetrating gaze threatened to bore right through her clothes to her bare flesh when he stood for what seemed an eternity beside the couch, above her. She felt a cold shiver of apprehension course through her, as though his piercing eyes were stripping her bare, and the ever-fatherly,. .." Laharl groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Stupid, stupidPleinair!" Come on, Laharl..." Flonne said in what she hoped was a comforting voiceas she placed a hand on Laharl's shoulder. "Let's go home. You can explainwhat happened on the way, okay?"* * * * *"Don'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlookdown..."Laharl chanted to herself quietly as she walked into her castle, tryingher hardest to ignore the 'bounce bounce!' of her chest and the 'swishswish!' of her hips as. Good night pink (referring to her bra color that day).”Poonam: Chi. Idiot. Stop this nonsense. Behave like an adult.Me: Ya, okay. Did your husband come home?Poonam: Ya, just a few minutes ago. Why?Me: Nothing.Sorry to disturb you guys. You married people must be having fun.Poonam: Hmm. Nothing like that. I think single people like you will have more fun than married people.Me: I don’t think so.Poonam: That is why you are still a kid.Somehow the conversations ended that day. I fell asleep with. Then louder, "Break it up!"The three men turned but Laura didn't stop calling me names and pounding on me. I could see it was the bartender. He was on our side of the bar; holding a club, gripping it with both hands, ready to swing. Another bartender had come to that end of the bar. Exhausted, Laura cried and wilted. I took her in my arms."Get her out of here you little pimp," the bartender said to me."He's not a pimp," Laura said, but only softly, in my ear. She had slumped into my arms, 'he's.