“I’ll smoke for you, but I’m not sure I can turn you on like that Parisian lady, and I can’t do the other bit,” Helen said, lifting one arm ...howing a clean armpit. She laughed, and, very deliberate in her actions, lit up a cigarette with a small gold lighter. She held my hand across the table, looked me in the eye, and held that look throughout, as she smoked her cigarette in beautiful style. She knew exactly what she was doing for me, and to me.When she had finished she took a mini canister. .I...” I couldn't even speak now! I was really nervous and anxious...”I should probably go now.” and I began to stand to leave.“No, stay, please...just so I can say what I think needs to be said... please…” she pleaded, putting her right hand on my chest, softly coaxing me back into the chair's embrace. Then she softly said “It's okay...really!!! Just a while longer, if you can…I think we're both kinda letting some things out that will be good for us!” She trailed off, clasping her hands. Paiga, manager gadi pellam pakka state lo pani chesthundhi so intlo aada manishi kuda ledhu. Okka sari vollu jaladharinchinattlaindhi. Time chusthey, Pinky tuition time. So ventane maa intiki deggara lo unde Manager gadi intiki velthey, okka sari akkada emavuthondho thelusukovachu ani, ventane banka banka ayina naa body no thudichukuni, jackettesukuni, cheerakattesi, ventane Auto lo manager intiki vellanu.So velli door thattithey pani manishi, baga musaldhi door thesi, building paina gadi lo. She couldn’t wait to get to work and see if Garry did the same thing. ‘Well, maybe if breakfast is out, you could just stop in there for a few minutes, and, y’know…’ He looked a little flushed, now. A bead of spittle had gathered on his lower lip. ‘Talk.’ Janice rolled her eyes. Was this what all pretty girls had to go through every day? Maybe she’d been better off out of it, then. ‘Not interested,’ she said, trying to stay polite but firm. He put his hand on her arm. ‘Then, um, maybe, we…’ His.