I began to find that the taste was a bit like licking a 9-volt battery, there was a slight tang to it and I began to appreciate where Nandhini enjoyed...my licking by how she tensed up and moaned.I was starting to feel like the panties where in the way and began to probe my tongue under the fabric. “Oh God, take the fucking panties off” Nandhini said as my tongue ran around beneath them. I pulled the panties off along with the saree and petticoat too and tossed them on the floor. Now my horny. Well, half of it, anyway.”She stood up off the bike. Crossed her arms over her chest. Stared. “Al tezayen li et hasechel,”“I am not fucking with you, I promise. Come on.”I took her through the front doors and up the stairs.The duplex was entirely designed in smooth, flat planes: floor-to-ceiling windows, marble floors, steel, handless drawers. Every room had an uninterrupted view of the Mediterranean.I felt Angelina’s admonition in every step. The house was indulgent. But it was also safe. The. Unless she was doing that to give me false hope, which I doubt my loving mother would do to me, I knew it meant she wanted me to massage her again. I quickly closed the door and walked into her room. When I got near her, she put her hand to my chest to stop me. I was shaken. Was I wrong? Did she not want it after all?I was about to ask, but then she said something that both aroused and scared me. “Dana, there is something you and I have to talk about. I have a feeling you massaging me each week. ”……“What…? He said that?”…“I see… Ok. Good day to you too.”Hunter hung up and closed his eyes… He started breathing heavily, and hold his cellphone tightly, as if he was about to explode of anger.After a little while, he dialed a few more numbers on his cellphone:“Hey Seth, Hunter here. Look, are you still busy?”…“Oh, great. Meet me up at the abandoned house. And hurry up.”Hunter hung up the call right away and sat down. Everything went blank again. But after a few seconds, it was all visible.