I suggested to Andy that perhapsbed was a better option since Andy does not respond well to spirits especiallyafter beer and besides it was 1.00am. As...usual I was overruled and Andy handedthe whisky to Dave "You playing barman Dave, glasses are in the cupboard nextto the dishwasher" Dave took the bottle and headed for the kitchen, a few minuteslater he returned to thunderous applause, six drinks, a bucket of ice and theremainder of the bottle all neatly arranged on a tray he had managed to. “I’ll be wearing a dark blue and yellow Kurti,” she said. “Sunita says that you like our traditional wear and I’ll have a Bindi too!”She had me stammering once again. “Th... that will be fine. But what is a Kurti?”“It’s what you might call a shirt dress,” she explained. “Our men wear a Kurta which is like a long collarless shirt.”“I see,” I responded. “Well, I’m sure that you’ll look very... nice in it.”“I hope so. Sunita says that you are a man of taste and she has been very precise about some. "Not like that," she protested. "Like a boyfriend." I'm not your boyfriend." But if I was a pretty girl you wouldn't care. You'd want to kiss me on the lips just because I was pretty."Couldn't I just kiss one of her rabbits or better yet let one gnaw my face off?Jenna patted the bed next to her.I asked, "What about your parents?"Self-preservation kicked in. Where was it when I needed it earlier?"They can talk and talk. We won't hear from them for hours." My mom's the same way," I said."So...". He'll be back late tonight so he didn't think I would need the car today. I took the bus here," she said."Well that makes the logistics a little easier – we don't have to worry about getting two cars back and forth. So where would you like to go? Your place? My place? Someplace else?" I asked."Can we go to your place? I have nosy neighbors who would love to see me getting out of a strange car with a strange man. I'd be the subject of gossip and rumor for months! And I'm sure that Tom, my.