Pizzoli, a pleasure," he responded, a smooth baritone voice resonated with her. "Call me Terrance." Tina looked appraisingly at the courier, a Brooks ...rothers' fitted charcoal suit, pressed white shirt and red tie; his look was stylish and classic. A firm set jaw, a warm smile and clear blue eyes, his black hair graying at the temples pegged him for mid-forties, and Tina liked what she saw.After introductions it was on the Grand Central Station for the trip to Tarrytown. They found seats in the. .” I interrupted, “It’s OK. I get it.” Now Sheri looked surprise. I took her hand in mine and turned my head toward her. “I understand what you’re feeling. I can’t say I’m not a little nervous about it, but I can respect the fact that you’re telling me how you’re feeling and what you want,” I said to her in a shaky voice. Sheri thought for a moment and said, “First, you have nothing to be nervous about. I love you and will always be with you. Second, if you decide to say no, I understand. I. This is a peculiar American holiday, celebrating a feast held by the Massachusetts Indians for the Pilgrims. James and Siobhan described it to me, and I was rather confused; it seemed to me that the Indians, considering their current plight, had been most foolhardy!Regardless, it was James’ custom to make a great to-do over this holiday, having a great feast of Thanksgiving of his own, one to which a large number of the local villagers and townspeople were invited to. This was his way of saying. I was not wearing any shirt as it was hot outside and was only in my underwear.Vaishali finished her kitchen work, came to the bedroom and switched off the lights and slept next to me. My 7-year-old was sleeping next to her in a small cot which was adjacent to our bed. My wife usually sleeps wearing saree.As soon as she slept, I turned towards her and placed my hand on her stomach. She just made a “aahh” sound. I started to brush my fingers on her navel and circled over it. She started to enjoy.