The eyes of every girl at the table were glued to John as he and two of his teammate buddies went out of their way to approach the them."Hi, Kari. How...are you today? Will you need a ride home tonight after practice?" John asked, innocently."Hi John. Yes, I would love a ride home again. Thanks."The boys continued on their way to their own table while nine other girls died of envy as Kari just smiled and tried to act nonchalant. But it was a very meaningful exchange for John, who confirmed for. I thought he ran the place alone until I saw a girl pop out from the back. I thought that she must be his sales clerk. She was fine looking with long black hair and shapely legs. Mr. Wong always had his eyes on set of goods. Late one evening I was doing my usual thing of browsing down the aisles and looking at the magazines replete scenes of naked men and women engaged in various sex acts, when the sales girl strutted by me. She was wearing a very short skirt and low cut blouse, and I couldn’t. He looked at me, smiled, and replied, "no, just confused." "What do you mean?" I asked. "John, your mother is a very sexual woman. All this years she had kept her feelings bottled up inside, and never truly explored her sexuality. She is the opposite of my Mom. So she doesn't know what she wants or likes. She devotes herself to God and family to not have to feel those feelings. Why do you think she still gives you baths? She convinces herself she is only taking care of you, but really she wants. A big chest that tapered to slim hips and strong legs. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed through lowered lashes at him.Aladdin was smitten; he had never encountered anyone like her. The beauty and melodious voice had captivated him. He took her into the third floor. Nothing was new and many things were patched. His and Abu's beds consisted of wool stuffed pads and fraying blankets. Jasmine noted that while it looked poor it was neat and clean. They sat down on the pad that was Aladdin's.