Some of their children sat at the table with them. Some of the younger children sat at a separate table, since they couldn’t all fit at one table. Y...s, they were a large and happy family, but the journey here had not been easy. And The Plan had not helped. Well, maybe a little. After all, it had helped him find her, Roger thought as he looked to the opposite head of the table smiling, and she smiled back.The Plan was Roger’s blueprint for how he was going to meet and date women. The number one. If I tried to open the door he would give pin me to the car again a close it. I had trouble with my shirt my arms couldn’t stop shaking and I couldn’t get them through the arm holes at first. I finally managed and once it was off I threw my shirt on the ground. If I tried to jump over the car he would just leap over and beat me to the other side. Again I had trouble because I was shaking I couldn’t get my shorts unbuttoned and the more I tried the more frustrated I got and I was about to be. Since I still had to wait 1 year to complete my studies, we had no income.My mom tried teaching online dance classes, and that was failing to sell. She was going into depression every day looking at our impoverished state. One of my mother’s NRI from Dubai dancer friends suggested an opportunity for belly dancing videos for one of her clients.My mom initially disagreed as she didn’t like the erotic dancing and declined the offer.It was March 20th and the day was Saturday. The dance studio. ”“Poor baby,” he whispered in her ear, and then tongued her there.Annie found his voice so sensual that she felt compelled to drain the rest of her brandy. Her head began to swim.“I’m going to kiss you, Annie. Is that all right with you?”“You’re too damn polite. Of course, it is c’ mere!”He kissed her softly, with a gentleness she was not sure she’d ever felt before and her knees went weak.Annie could feel his erection growing in his trousers and readied herself to accept him. She imagined him.