”“Really?”“The rebel leaders were karaiyar, like you. You know that your people started out as mercenaries, right? It was the Sinhalese kings...who paid for them to come from India. But the karaiyar are not the highest caste, they are the second highest,” said Manjula.“Who were the highest, then?”“They are called the vellalas. They have history with your people. During colonial times, the karaiyar got rich sucking up to the Europeans. They had so much money they bought up whole fleets of fishing. I made sure had my jacket on though, my aching nipples felt like they were ready to burst through my back-less halter top from your oh-so-careless brushes. Displaying that would only have brought more unwanted attention to my already-attention-seeking breasts. You just walked beside me as if nothing happened. Once or twice in between the most casual conversation, you heightened my senses again by whispering something completely and deliciously filthy. The dull throbbing in my pussy would ignite. ”"Not as a common practice." She smiled coyly and said, "I don't make it a habit myself, but my high school boyfriend dared me to do it outside.”“Did you?”“Well, we were on a nature trail during our senior year. That part was romantic, you know, a warm spring evening with a full moon. So, I went along with it. That was a long time ago."“It couldn’t have been that long ago. I’m guessing you’re not more than twenty-four or five.”“Thanks, but I turn thirty next summer. By the way, what is your. A regular one.”“I will, but I need to talk to Doctor Mercer first, OK? And you should, too.”“And when we go on a date, I want it to be a proper date. Promise?”“That’s up to you Bethany.”“Good,” she smiled.She went inside, and I got on my bike. I really needed to talk to Doctor Mercer. I was afraid I had made a huge mistake. But maybe I had helped Bethany. I’d have to continue to be super careful. I needed to talk to Jennifer, so I pedaled to her house. I rang the bell, and she answered.“Hey..