Before I realized it, lunch break came and I was informed that I was through for the day. On my way out of the studio suite, Kiera’s producer, Toni...Roberts, stepped out of the control booth and said, ‘Harry, can I see you for a few moments please?’ Toni Roberts was 35 years old and a seasoned professional like me. When she and I had met earlier, I could feel the familiar vibe of my peers back home. As I walked towards her, I knew that I would be able to talk plainly with her and not be. It would pause, escalate, and tail off, until the distinct crash of receiver hitting cradle with some force. Sarah bustled out of the study, face like thunder. I had never seen her so upset. I asked her to tell me what was wrong, tried to coax it out of her with words and caresses, but she just shook her head and glared. Suddenly she grabbed my wrist, pulled me to my feet and dragged me at a half run upstairs to our bedroom. She threw me on the bed, and for the next hour, used and abused me. So I asked my senior for his car, he was the only friendly senior so he lent me his car, Ford Fiesta. I took her to the PK movie.She knew Hindi but for me, she chose the screen with subtitles. The movie was really great, but my stakes at the movie were much higher. I would often turn to see her to get that lip lock moment, but she was too into the movie. I should have taken her to a boring movie. After the interval, I covered the armrest with my hand, almost dejected.Her hand was above my hand. Then she asked me to follow her into the house for a moment which I gladly did. Once inside she had me sit at her bar in the kitchen and asked if I would like some sweet tea which I accepted and she served both of us a glass. Then she stared at me as we both drank. I could tell she was thinking. "So you asked if I have a puffy pussy? Where did that come from?" She quizzed. I explained about her canyon and how for along time my boys and I had wondered the source. "I have these wonderful double d.