The next morning at school, there was an announcement that Kathy Allen would not be in school for at least a week, due to a death in her family, and t... keep her in prayers. Dora glanced over at me. I just looked back at her. I noticed that she was wearing both my ring and my necklace. I smiled in approval at her. It was difficult to tell, due to her skin tone, but she blushed.My next two classes were about as boring as I expected, but at least I was learning a little in each of them. I showed. It looked as if she too was enjoying stripping herself in front of her brother and his friends. Her breasts were not very big but of perfect size and didn’t sag even a little. The areola was darker brown with even darker perky nipples. She stood there and adjusted her shawl to the sides exposing her breasts to the hungry eyes in front of her.Sruthi was now standing there like a showpiece, due to the beer or not, there was no shyness in her. Manav went near her walking around, stopped behind. Was cool. And I was making big bucks for the law firm of Wilson, Dale & Armand. My boss, Jerome Armand is one of the few Haitian-American lawyers in the city. He moved to the U.S during the 1970s as a young man to escape the Duvalier Regime in the Republic of Haiti. Like me, he attended Howard University Law School and practiced law in the city. He founded the firm with two Irish classmates, Henry Dale and Jacob Wilson, in January of 1989. Twenty years later, they were one of the top law firms. I pretended to wilt."So, tell me more," I said to placate her."We can't communicate without a cell phone." "Tell me something new," I replied a little sarcastically. Mind readers we ain't. Telepathy was still science fiction to me."What if we could mind speak to one another? Wouldn't that be fun? I mean like you communicate with those things." She was referring to my platoon of guard dogs. I use the term 'dogs' loosely."We don't really communicate. They exist on a different plane and to speak.