“How do you mean?”“I mean I don’t want you to be cooking for six hours or something. I’m too selfish about what little time we have, sweetie...”“Oh.” She found herself without words. “Er, thank you.”I patted her shoulder and we ate our sandwiches, lying down together, listening to the birds singing and the wind blowing through the tree tops. I opened a bottle of juice and took a sip.“May I have some?” said Amanda.“Sure.” She reached for it and I shook my head. I took a sip of juice, without. From stabbing people, competitively. She had a gift for it.That’s how we first met, actually—she joined the university fencing team with me during our second year of college after transferring from overseas. The guys and the girls competed separately but trained together, and I’m happy to say that I fell in love the very first time Sonya jabbed her foil into my breastbone. She beat me without giving up a single point, then tore off her mask and shook out her long, wavy hair.“You’re really. .fir thodi der baad unhona mujhsa pucha ki”ma tujha kaisi lagti hu”.toh maina kaha ki” app mujha sabsa achi lagti ho and ap meri best friend ho”toh unhona kaha ki “budhu aisa nahi mera matlab dekhna ma kaisi lagti hu”Aur unhona apna boobs ki taraf ishara kiya magar ma chup raha aur kuch nahi kaha fir vo mera pas ayi aur mera kaan ma kaha ki “kya apni chachi ka sath sex karna pasand karoge” ma ekdum sa kamp gaya aur haan ma sar hila diya fir unhona bahut sweet si smile di aur mera pas aakar. "I'll be your passing fling."I grinned back. "You, my lady, could never be a passing fling. You'll always be a burning thing."Robbie's grin got bigger at the compliment, then her face went blank. "As long as you're not calling me a rash."I smiled enigmatically. I'd been practicing. It didn't work with Tami, she'd read my mind, but maybe with Robbie..."At least we get a day off."I knew before I said it that it wouldn't help."It's not raining that hard. We could have practiced."I knew Robbie was.