"I'll... tell you later, if it proves worth it."That did it - there was a MAN involved, no doubt about it. Twyla nodded to herself. "I'll expect to he...r an interesting tale!" she chuckled."Well, I'll try to provide one!" Marion replied, thinking, 'And I hope it won't be fiction... ' as she hung up.The pair parked in the public lot behind the restaurant and entered via the back entrance. The waitress showed them to a booth, and took drink orders, leaving them with the menus to peruse. Mostly,. She smelled the most delicious aroma coming from his hand, but she didn't know what was it. She looked at the boy and worked up the nerves to talk to him, she had to find out what the smell was. "H-Hi Dennis... I..." she said, already blushing from her natural shyness.He looked puzzled and said "Hi... it's Linda, right?" Right", said an extremely red Linda, taking his hand in hers. "Can I check for something on your hand?", she asked, lifting his hand to her face in the hope of recognising the. Rekha aunty went to her hand bag to look at the phone who it was.I was still on mattresses. Phone was still ringing in her hand, she was breathing heavily, looking steadily into the phone as if she was preparing herself to answer the call. I didn’t understand what to do next. She started controlling her breathe and calming down. She came and sat down on edge of the mattresses. She answered it, “Hi Prakash(her husband), How are you…. I’m still in cochin in friends house blah blah….”. "Becauseneither of us want to get caught with you being my roommate and wearingthat stuff. Because nobody would understand that you, and by extensionme, are not gay. See?" Tom nodded in what someone else would havecalled sympathetic magic, or perhaps linguo-kinetic manipulation. A little intake of breath from Paul told Tom that he had finallygotten the gist of it. They were sitting down, talking about anything else by mutualunspoken consent, when Bill, one of Tom's friends from chem.