“I will do anything to avoid paying an extra fee...Sir!”She blinked again. Over exaggerated. He looked around. The door to the tiny bathroom was a...ar, he could see a black, silky kimono on the floor. “Perhaps we need to find a...stop-word” he said, leaning forwards in order to grab the kimono and thereby easing the weight on her body. She would be able to get free without any trouble. He pulled the belt free of the kimono. “Do you realize how difficult it is for an Arabic girl? Most men gets. Until now.Despite sudden weakness that jellied my limbs, I managed to ease myself incrementally across the leather bench’s coolness until my flank nestled against Ray’s.The car braked for a stop sign a block from our street. His attention turned from the road toward me, eyes dark with disbelief yet craving conversion.“How crazy are you, Ray?”His name was the last sound we heard before his lips silenced all but our breathing, which swelled to small craft warnings as one hand grazed his temple,. After several seconds of silence he said. "I'll have my broker send you some suggestions." Thanks you, Sir," I said,"I'm glad to hear that you had a good time in Florida," Mr. Oldham said. I thanked him again and we said goodbye.My telephone rang and I just looked at it, dazed from my conversation with Mr. Oldham. Why hadn't I looked into investing the money on my own?"Hello?" Honey? You sound ... distant," Kelley said."Hey, how was your flight?" I asked, snapping out of my funk."It was okay,. “All right. Go to bed. I'll see you next week.”She nodded and moved to kiss my cheek but I put a hand on her chest to stop her.“No,” I said, shaking my head. “You haven't even come close to earning that. Good night, Ms. Whittaker.”I could see her temper flare, but then she blushed and turned away from me. “Good night,” she mumbled.I put on my coat and saw myself out.–She texted me just as I was getting into my car.am I allowed to touch myselfI hit my knee on the steering wheel and cursed, then.