His hair had been plastered down over his head, and the rings around his eyes had been washed away. Maybe twenty-five, twenty-six thought Lauren. Her ...aze returned to his eyes. They shone, clear and alert, happy and bright as he smiled at her. No lust, just pleasure in talking. She motioned to a chair and he sat. His eyes followed her."Yeah, it's fine. The white is better than the red." Like Lasagna?" Las-what?" Lasagna. Pasta and meat in layers with cheese. Salad, white wine. Maybe ice cream. "Carole, will you marry us? Full partnership, no reservations, go where we go, love us, kill to protect us, let us love you and kill for you?"Uncoached, Carole matched our Pixie's former pledge almost word perfect. "I will marry the four of you, love you, let you love me, with no reservations. I will go where you go, and refuse to go where you can't. I will protect you and let you protect me, and I will kill to protect you and honor you if you kill to protect me."Then she looked around the room. She is a petite woman of stats 36-28-38 and lovely complexion. And she is highly oversexed!!. Infact that is what got us together in the first place…but that is another story which I will narrate sometime later.Anyways, as it is very hot and humid in Goa in the summer, she had worn a loose cotton stringy dress which was typically transparent and showed her assets beautifully. I was happy as heaven seeing her in that dress and commented to her how she was probably giving our boys an. It looked well used. Stacks of file folders and a blizzard of post-it notes covered her desk. There were law books scattered on the small wooden table, with bookmarks thick along the spine. A picture of an older woman in a conservative bathing suit waved from the wall next to Lisa’s diplomas and awards. Amidst the chaos that was her desk, a computer peeked out. God only knew where the keyboard was buried. As Lisa sat down, I looked at the stacks of paper with some dismay. ‘These are all your.