Well he said you sure look dam good to me.at the bottom of the cliffs was the beach and to get to it they had to walk down a pathway. about half way d...wn there is a small shelter with a seat inside. they sat and chatted and he made a comment on how nice her perfume was/ she told him he should not be so close to get a smell of it. he then got a bit more daring and asked if he could have a kiss and cuddle. she said alright but that is all. he put his left arm around her shoulder and his right. "Renata. The girl you are looking so hard. I think Renata is pretty." The Carioca, residents of Rio, don't pronounce the R sound. They make it an H. He-o instead of Rio. So, her name sounded like he-nata, and it took me a moment to understand what she was saying.I looked at the girl, Renata, again. Yes she was dazzlingly beautiful. I turned to the young woman who had asked the question. She was short and dark and a bit plump. Not exactly my ideal woman but cute enough in that way of a young. Cool modern excess in a world of overindulgence and narcissism. Everything is for sale, even the slender blonde gazing pensively into the rain swept sky. A phone call taken by a hard soul – a bargain struck… arrangements made. Thunder. The crack of jagged lightening splitting the sky and exposing the half saddened expression she cannot hide. An image painted on the mind – innocence beguiled by lust and greed. Whore… such a nasty word for who she is. A masculine hand – long fingered and elegant. Lekin jab main tiffin wala bag unse le raha tha.. To jaan bhuj k first time unka touch kiya..Wo samajh gayi and gusse me aayi .Building k niche aane k baad.. Unhone kaha..Kaafi gusse me dekho jo tum kar rahe ho na wo sahi nahi hai.. And kal se meri madad karne ki koi zarurat nahi.. Aur itna bolke.. Mere tiffin hath me se hi aur chale gayiMain thoda dar gaya.. Per baad me mujhe b gussa aaya.. And maine apne frnds ko bola.. Kal tiffin lauta te time aunty ko bol dena.. Bus 3 hi tiffin de.. Mera.