I could tell this wouldn't beeasy.By the time we left to meet our friends I'd made my feeble excuses. Sheseemed ok but not totally over it, I could t...ll. Being with George andKathy helped ease the tension and she didn't let on to them that she wasstill pissed with me. We had a long brunch and caught up on things. Heand I were in related businesses. We got together for golf occasionally.We both liked the same sports. But we were really more friends becauseof our girlfriends' long-standing. In Kerala it is not like the North of India. The people here are very reserved and tradition-crazy. You won’t find men and women (who are not married or are not related) sharing seats here. If you are a man and you find that the seat beside a woman is empty in crowded bus, you won’t sit down beside her. She, too, will just glance at you and won’t ask you to sit down beside her. And, if at all, in all your ignorance, you sit down beside her, then many things will happen. She will look at you as. Her writing had caused her panties to shift. Her right cheek was exposed as the panty was tightly entrenched within her young crack. My arousal grew within as I took in her bare flesh and what I would soon do to it. I walked to the side of the bed, sitting down and placing a soothing hand on her arm. She opened her eyes and I gazed into her sapphire blue eyes. They were sparkling gems but one deep look knew that there was emptiness. Not of her soul or from a lack of compassion, but that she saw. She smiled and threw her head back, rubbing herself harder. She loved it when men watched. The light changed and John turned the corner and onto the sidestreet. It was Maple. Belle used to live here. Roger still did. Belle recognized the houses and stopped rubbing herself. She pushed her fingers in her mouth and licked them clean, enjoying the taste shed hated just a few months ago. She squinted her eyes, trying to remember why she knew these houses, but couldnt. Here we are, John announced,.