Shravanti: Chandu, can I ask for a favor?Chandu: Sure, sweetheart, anything for you.Shravanti: I need your help with breastfeeding until the adopted b...by is given to us.Chandu: I…I don’t know what your mom will say.Shravanti: You can’t tell her, now don’t back outSo she unzipped her maroon velvet hoodie to show me her porcelain doll breasts. They were small but utterly gorgeous with dark pink nipples. I noticed a prominent rainbow flower tattoo on her chest, below her left collarbone. No man. The girls looked on in envy and anger.“Miss, believe me I have no interest in Timmy, I’d prefer Brighton Rock to him.”“I don’t quite believe that, so maybe he should be the one teaching you about this novel rather than me. Sound fair?”What? How could she even be thinking of making me talk to that asshole by myself about a book about some sweet!“Miss, please, I’ll do anything. I’ll read the book right now, just... please,” I pleaded as much as I could, almost dropping to my knees.Clearly amused,. Over the next weeks, her Monday visits became increasingly informal. I spoke with Ruth almost daily, and I knew that Dolores performed well at the shop, getting better and better with her work. I also knew that she worked long hours, and that alone kept her out of any mischief. The one thing that caused some worry was the fact that according to Ruth she still had no social life to speak of. I brought it up once but Dolores told me that she did regular chats with two of her friends in Montana. She assumed he’d be okay, after all what trouble could anyone get into inside her concrete cell. She stuffed her hands into her pockets and walked quickly down the alley and joined the busy main street less than one hundred meters away. As she walked, she started to plan for the next day. Things were not going to work out quite how her guest was expecting. * That night, in complete darkness, he had removed his suit and shirt and laid them down carefully on the floor. He didn’t have his phone.