He stopped, turned around, and walked back towards her.Glancing around to make sure no one was looking at him, Bird began edging along the passenger s...de of her car, one tiny step at a time, staring at the back of her head through the window and ready to pretend he was just making his way between cars. He stopped just out of her sight – he hoped. Then he slowly began to lean down.He could see her face in profile easily enough. Her head was slightly tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth. She- rakesh what are you watching?Me- nothingShe- I saw you were staring at me.Me- no I was not watching.She – ok. But before some days what were you doing at stairs?Me- nothing I was just sitting there.She- ok. I have some work can you do?Me- yes, I will do.She- ok so my back is paining can you give me massage?Me- ok I will do.Then I took the oil in my hand and she pulled her t-shirt below her boobs and asked me to massage.I poured oil on my hand and started massaging her.Then she told me that. The light was snapped on, almost blinding us, I sat on the toilet seat, Ali knelt before me and with one hand on each knee spread ma as though I were a wishbone. Being watched had the weirdest effect on me, I could not start to pee, I screwed up my eyes and tried to make out that there was not a girl on her knees, no more than six inches from my crotch. At last i began to do a little dribble, then a steadier stream, then I felt a finger on my clitoris, as it pressed I stopped, as the pressure. But Cheryl was different. She didn’t love Eddie. She didn’t worry about losing him. That made her stronger. And ironically more effective as a sex partner.Those thoughts led Joe to think about her relationship with him. How their intellectual and creative intimacy made her worry. Not about losing him, but getting too interested in him. Falling in love. Breaking her heart. Fearing the physical intimacy would match the intellectual one. To the point of keeping it distant. Having another woman run.