Arnav: What nonsense! I would never do such a thing. Maybe I touched you by mistake. It was so crowded in there. You know that.Meghna: Yes, I thought ...o too. But you never bothered to apologize, and also your hand was on my ass for a good 15 seconds.Arnav: It wasn’t me Aunty. It must have been somebody else standing close to us. It could be just your feeling too. Maybe you brushed against a pillar or something.Meghna: Well okay, I guess it was just that then. But I just wanted to tell you, I. His behavior was a heart warming mix of spontaneity, humility and joy."After several seconds of silence Bishop sprang to the edge of the stage and pointed at several individuals throughout the crowd. "YOU! and YOU! and YOU! Divest yourself of Satan's robes. Like Claude, you too can offer a gift to a friend. This ministry is unable to extend the Lord's gospel to our friends throughout the world without your help. Remember Jesus' words that it is not a kingdom of triumph and gold, but one where. After all the wonderful times together talking and being warmed by the comfort of our conversations, and hating you because of your wayward lust..." Carol stopped talking abruptly and uttered an ambiguous noise, either a rattling sob or a burst of laughter."Are you okay?" asked Joseph."I'm ... fine," said Carol between what unquestionably was laughter."What was the vision?" It was like you were inside me in both senses of the word. You were me or I was you and you were ... at the same time .... This brief flashback, combined with Carolina’s beauty and audacity, had put a small but sincere smile on my face. Whether she understood it, I couldn’t tell. ‘Sure. Give me your address and number, and I’ll pick you up at…what…seven?’ I asked. ‘Perfect, Rick,’ Carolina said, relaxing a bit and reverting to being sexy. She wrote down the information and, glancing at her watch, said, ‘Mmm, gotta go now. See y’all Saturday, sugar,’ she oozed, sashaying out. I grinned at her southern pronunciation.