Rupa: Hello uncle, how are you.Me: Am good, did you bring the book, note book.Rupa: Yes Uncle.ME; Ok sit here ( indicating to sit on my side)She was w...aring shorts and tops, her legs were milky white, clean, she had medium hair just below her shoulders. I guess her figure was 34,26,34. She came and sat besides me. I took the book and leaned back , covered the book in my front and started to watcher her from the side of the book. I watched her lips, her boobs over her tops and could not resist. The Philippinian woman I spoke with to improve her English instantly knew, “You love, I see It.””You are in love, I can see,” I repeated automatic.“Not me, you!” she laughed. I kept your ring on a chain under my clothes. Pink when I was desperate, yellow when I was restless, green of love when I dwelled in the past and purple of passion when I thought of next Friday. One o’clock I stepped out my office into a cold drizzle. You swiftly walked around your car and opened the door. Barely I managed. Her arms reach up to circle my shoulders, but I gently bring them back down to her sides, interrupting her mid-embrace. I want her absolutely still, my perfect china doll. ‘Do you trust me?’ I whisper in her ear…then trailing my lips down her neck…I bite gently, feeling her shiver, and slowly, gently, loosen the silk scarf wound around her neck. I let the silk trail down her back, let it brush loosely against the skin of her arms. Slowly, never taking my eyes off hers, I pull her arms behind. ”“You’re quite welcome, Candy. In front of your house at 10:30 tomorrow?”“Yeah.” And, after all that dithering, it had been that easy.She went out a little early, and he drove past almost immediately. He started to get out of the door when he stopped, but she opened the other door before he could go very far.“Claire said ‘yes,’” he began. “Joan said ‘maybe.’ Look, there is something I should warn you about. After service on third Sundays, the church holds what we call a Coffee Hour. There is.