”That was all that was said, but over the next several months I got the feeling he was paying a lot more attention to me. I mean it seemed he was ar...und me all the time, and kept looking at me, watching me. Then I’d decided that was ridiculous and thought, ‘How conceited can one guy be?’ But those ideas would keep creeping back in my thoughts.I described Dennis, and although it isn’t really necessary, I’m going to describe myself.I’m pretty average looking, not homely I think, but nothing. Marilyn then took the initiative in pulling her finger out of Mandy'smouth. She traced a line out of Mandy's mouth, down her chin and neckand between her breasts. Marilyn then used all her fingernails on herhand to lazily trace her way down Mandy's soft stomach, leaving lightmarks on Mandy's pale skin. Meanwhile, her tongue started to tracearound Mandy's dark areolas, allowing the cool moisture of her saliva tostimulate her more. Then, while tracing her tongue to Mandy's othernipple, her. He went away. I looked at Shiju’s amma. "You should also come down," I said to her. "It is Shiiu."She adjusted her sari some more and both of us got out of the room. I closed the door. In the adjoining room someone was playing an old Tamil song in a cassette-player. We climbed down the staircase and reached the reception counter.I picked up the phone. "Hello." "Sar, it is me, Shiju." "Hello, Shiju. We got stuck here." "I know. How is Amma?" "She is fine. Here, talk to her." I did not want to. " I said gesturing with the Styrofoam box in my hand.TreFual jumped off my desk and suddenly he was my size. "How do you do that?" Easy, the same way you shape shift. I'm able to do more with what I've got." Taking the box from my hand, he returned to my desk and sat."Why do you stay 8 inches tall most of the time?" Mostly, I think it's funny. Now, shut up and let me eat."I grabbed a novel off my bookshelf and spread out on my bed to read while TreFual ate. Finally, closing the box he dropped.