“What about the other night when I was going out with my friends and you told me my skirt made my ass look big?” She fixed him with a penetrating ...aze.“I said that?” Dinesh inquired.“Yes!”“Well, I say a lot of things. You don’t have to take them all so seriously.”“So you didn’t mean it?” Rachana asked, her voice losing its edge.Dinesh raised his eyebrows and pretended to hesitate in a definite attempt to irritate his sister. “Well, I…”Rachana leapt forward, her body crushing Dinesh’s against. On Monday, I am fully expecting your boss to call me to a meeting and clue me in to what’s going on in Apple Grove. If he doesn’t… then there will have to be a reconsideration of my level of cooperation with the FBI.’ Muscone was stunned. ‘You’re kidding.’ ‘No.’ I said. ‘And I hate having to say the words out loud. But I’m tired of being treated like a mushroom… kept in the dark and fed a lot of shit. I really hope he and the rest of you don’t think I’m a stupid idiot like the SBI apparently. "You didn't hurt me, maybe the little girl you forced yourself on, don't worry she enjoyed the 'date' and wonders about you constantly." She pulls him to the bedroom onto her grandmother's quilt, she allows the silk slip to fall away as she slithers onto him like a boa. She begins to lick every droplet off of his skin as she explores this muscular Adonis- dark as the domino tiles on the shelf. She kisses his firm abdomen causing him to tighten then relax his stomach. He gives in as she makes. “He lives so close to me,” she thought to herself. As she started to get up from the table she asked him, “Would you mind giving me your cell phone number?” When he looked a little surprised she said, “I just thought since we’re friends now and because we live so close, it might be nice to exchange phone numbers.” “Oh, absolutely,” Clark exclaimed as he dug for his phone. He wrote his number on a napkin, handed it to her and tapped her name and number into his phone. They left the restaurant,.