"She nodded, and he took a sip of the whisky. "Truth or Dare, Cassandra?"She grinned, feeling the warmth of the brown liquid pooling in her stomach. B...avery pulsing through her veins. If she'd been feeling this way at the party she definitely would have had the balls to confront Eric."Dare."He ran his hand over his jaw, scratching the stubble there slowly."Ok, I dare you to... kiss me on the cheek."She rolled her eyes and leaned forward, kissing him quickly on the cheek and grabbing the whisky. It was as if she were acting on autopilot. She was thinking about absolutely nothing, mechanically, perfunctorily going through the motions of making a cup of tea.A stray thought flittered waif like across her mind; she wondered if Ray was alright, knowing him to be in the thick of it, soaked through to the skin, rescuing people from flooded houses or stranded cars. The orange-hulled dirigible boat the rescue squad used, slapping over waves in an effort to offer comfort to the hapless people.. ” He taps his fingers, weighing his options. “I’ve already got some people doing things around the place to pay for their rooms. Dishes and things… But there’s not much work to be done…” Yes, I am certainly sleeping out under a wooden fruit crate tonight. I look up at him again, my eyes bigger than dinner plates, and make an audible whimper. I consider myself fairly cute, short and thin and flat-chested, my red hair cut short and barely brushing past my ears. Long hair gets tangled and hard. I used to go to chat sites and talk to females. Once when I was chatting I happened to talk to this lady and we became friends, not on the first day but gradually. I was 23 years old at that time and I had finished my graduation and was working for an established FMCG company as a Sales Officer. I was good at talking so I got the job I think. After work because there was nothing to do and because I was not posted at Mumbai, I had nothing to do but to go to the café and chat. Monisha was 34.