Drew out the longing, tugged at his frustrations with just the right amount of subtle grins and almost looks. Biding her time, playing the long game. ...e ordered a drink, something strong she guessed, rich and decadent. Vodka over ice lapped over her own tongue – sharp and cool – bringing her taste buds to life as it chased over her waiting flesh. She knew it was time, knew what she wanted. Would he be willing to come and get it? She did not look to find out as she stood and made her way down. I had a lot of emotions in me, “What should I do now? Should I accept it? God gave me a wonderful opportunity, I should grab it.”I went in, dressed up myself, and came out. Everyone cheered. But there were some strangers sitting on the couch. My dad took my approached them. She is Radhika, my daughter. I demand rupees 10000 for her. They said they’ll pay double but they needed Roshini too. (Yeah my sister’s name is Roshini).He asked her and she agreed. But I feared. My dad pacified me that. “Close your mouth baby, you’re not a fish” mum said and sounded like the unforgettable Julie Andrews.I closed my mouth and didn’t sound like anybody unforgettable.“Now what could we probably do with that shirt my love?” mum asked and I could tell from her tone that she already had some plan in mind.Silently she got herself into that white shirt with the red print saying University of Yale. It- what a surprise- was tight and didn’t leave any room for fantasy. Since the white cotton was stretched. I ended up grunting. Just as the darkness began to close back in on me again, a voice said, "He's waking up." Then I closed my eyes and passed out once more.I opened my eyes and looked around me. Julie sat in a chair across the room. She was sprawled out, legs and arms akimbo, her head down with her chin resting on her chest. I smiled to myself for a moment. Then the memories of all the events started crowding back at me and I grunted in anger. I clearly remembered the cop had deliberately.