“And you’re… Tegan?” she glanced to Brandon for confirmation and Brandon nodded. “Brandon said he he had a female roommate but I wasn’t su...e…”“Yes. And this is Sam. He lives here too.” Tegan gestured with a nod of her head. Sam waved.“So you guys are…” Yeong trailed off.“Together. Yup.” Sam slipped his hand around Tegan’s waist and pulled her close again. There was a lengthy pause.“Well, don’t let us bother you!” Sam said, a little loudly as he took Tegan by the hand and led her further into. In order to set up and sound check, we arrived early. The sound check became a brief rehearsal as we worked through a couple transitions that hadn't ironed out comfortably the night before.People trickled in gradually, some while we set up. The first of the prospects I chose for Randy and a good friend arrived early. At 5'5" with a smooth, pretty, Chinese face, Lee looked much younger than his actual late twenties. Hidden beneath his sharp gray suit and red shirt and black tie was a dancer's. We were communicating.I decided the best course of action was to step into the shelter of Junction 32. Although an outdoor pedestrianised precinct, there were plenty of stores to offer a temporary respite from the cool air. Zanya looked intently at everything. She inspected the shop windows from edge to edge, studied the men and women shopping, investigated every item on display as though never seen before. After a time it became apparent that was exactly the case: rather than browsing, she was. After some time, I felt Anil’s hand, touching mine. I withdrew my hand gently and let Anil play with my wife’s boobs over her blouse. There was no adverse reaction from her. Could she have guessed it was Anil, or she thought the hand was mine? I was sure she could have guessed it was Anil, because I had removed my hand from over her shoulder. There was no way I could have squeezed her breast with my hand in my lap.`When there was a small break for tea, we drove out of the crowd. Anil said that.