“Twenty …. er …. Six?” She was wrong, but very close.“You been looking at my birth certificate, ain’t ya? You been checki...g me out.” “No.” she scoops, feigned indignant, not wanting to show she thought I was cute.“That’s ok then. So you haven’t learned of my dark past?”“You’ve got a dark past?”“Everyone’s got a dark past. Secrets they don’t want revealed. I bet you have.”“Nope.” she says, innocent, her hair flutters as she shakes her head.“Do too. All women have. Krish was reluctant to fill the position as he hoped for her eventual return, consequently he had developed quite a gourmet's appreciation of the food on offer in the clubs and eating houses of London.I was not too surprised to find him in the dining room when I arrived, and in fact I was hoping to see him as we had scarcely spoken two words to each other since my return to England. He invited me to join him at table, and we ate a fine meal of roast mutton. After the table had been cleared we. Steven had been enslaved for over a couple months when they finallystarted removing his hand cuffs during the fitness periods, by then hewas weak as a kitten. It was the inability to use his arms for all thattime, and from the drastically reduced caloric intake (they were nearstarving him). The lack of food led to him loosing most of his bodyfat, and as a result his body started to cannibalize his muscles,especially in his arms from their lack of use. From then on, duringfitness, Steven was. He looked back at the address on Diane’s driver’s license and said he lived just two blocks over. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime in less formal circumstances” he said looking back to me with wink. Diane noticed the gesture, and teased me once we were back on the road.We pulled into the driveway with 15 min to spare. The doorbell rang as we were just finishing setting the table. Diane met Mr. Okafor at the door and I saw form the kitchen they shared a long, deep kiss at the door. I was.