It isn't out of the blue when she stops walking and jerks her hand from mine. She turns half away from me and says,"They're going to cut my breast off...and I'm going to die and my husband won't even make love to me!"She is looking slightly downward and I don't for all the world know what to say. No one ever prepares you for that, do they? She isn't crying but it's terrible. Because I never know what to say, I've learned not to be stupid and to say nothing. I don't croak "you're not gonna die,". It is happens in 2009 Christmas. In morning I got a call from my friend that one of his clients visiting my place, he is working as a travel coordinator. So I receive them, Mr. John and his family, his wife Madhu and 2 daughters 10 and 8yr old girls and Madhu’s mom. They are coming from hill station they are so curious to see beach and like to go boating in backwater, I arrange them room in one of my friend’s resort. John asks me about the tourist spot. I describe them briefly as I am not a. Went a bit colder and absent. Fiona saw it, though.“Kira!” she scolded. “I’m on hands-free! She’s heard you.”“Good, I meant her to”, she said. “Maybe she’ll get the hint and fuck off.”“Kira”, said Fiona. “We go back a long time, so I’m going to cut this call now before you say something unforgivable I have to make you regret. I want you to remember what happened last time someone was deliberately rude to my friends, and decide how you want to behave from now on. Bye.” She hang up.“It’s ok”, I. At the same time she parted her legs slightly – Jamie now had an unobstructed view up her skirt to the crotch of her thin, snug panties. "I put my foot on the back of the chair in front of me, like this, and..." She picked up a pencil from the table and began to nibble at the eraser absent-mindedly, rubbing it idly between her pouting lips. Then, looking into Jamie's eyes, she slowly gave the eraser a little lick. "You should have seen his jaw drop," she said. "He just about completely lost.