"Wouldn't mind? Wouldn't mind? Oh, yes," she said, her thought process finally overtaking her runaway tongue. "I knew you wouldn't mind taking care of...Fello," she continued to gush excitedly, then smiled broadly at her own cleverness at remembering. "He's such a doll ..." She smiled again. "Really no trouble at all ..." She glanced warmly at the big friendly dog shaking profuse amounts of rain water on the recently polished floor. "... and I really must leave tonight ..." Her dark eyes darted. Then one white guy came over and asked Manjit for the dance. She looked at me and I said go on enjoy your self. I went and asked the white lady for the dance. I looked at Manjit to see if she was enjoying the dance. Sure enough she had her arms around the guy and was dancing slow dance. Their body was glued together. She came over after the dance finished and I came to the table too. We sat I asked her if she enjoyed the dance she said very much. We both dance together. Came to table. Again one. I walked behing her as she was in the kitchen cooking something. Indian summer is horrible and she was sweating... indirectly displaying her bra and navel in the wet, thin salwar. I felt like doing "it" right there but don wanna end up in the prison at 23 years of age.She turned and smiled. I smiled back. "What is your favourite dessert and color?" she asked. "Any chocolate desserts and blue" I replied spontaneously."hmmmm" she moaned and the door bell rang. She tried walked to the door for. I felt it all crawling around inside of me. It was the way his hair fell on my face. The shape of his jaw. The feel of his chest against my own. He was a heart beat and blood flow. It was the way his clothes always smelled of grass. And the last puff of a cigarette on his breath. And he knew my body before he knew me. And he knew exactly what I needed.On my back the stars witnessed the man I hardly know. How he unbuttoned me. Not just my shirt, or my pants, or my undergarments. He opened pieces.