”No, I couldn’t, and that was half the problem. Julia was a young version of her mother, olive skin, and dark almost black hair. I was fair skinne... with bleached red hair. The other half of the problem was that I seemed to recall the actor who was all over Ali at the party was an Italian stallion.I shook my head, “She’s beautiful, just like her mother. But...” and I gestured at myself.She shook her head violently. “Ben I was a virgin when I met you, and you are the only man I’d ever made love. “Tell them to put out dinner as soon as it is ready and call Mom to the table…we will go upstairs and you will need your hairbrush”I take a shower and change into my kurto. As I come out of the bathroom, I see Hansa sitting on the bed in our room with her big hairbrush in her hand. Every night she sits in her nightgown brushing her mid-back length luxurious black hair. Now she is holding it like it might electrocute her. She now sees me. Her eyes shoot down, but she stands up. I motion to the. "The two were by now watching each other warily as though sparring in a boxing ring."Perhaps Dawn too did not wish to tell you about her relationship with her boss, just like you don't want to tell her about us. She wanted to pull her boss out of the depression he had gone into after his wife died and chose a method, she considered best though debatable in hindsight. But neither of you have stopped loving each other. Mind you I said relationship and not affair because that would connote. That was definitely not a direction she would be taking. She could go back to the cave, but it would be a bit tricky in the darkness. Besides, she was not sure she could stand more of that God-fearing raving. A heavy sigh escaped her, as she came to the only possible conclusion. She would have to use the main road and take the branch that looped back to the village. Duncan’s daughter was maybe willing to give her shelter for the night and she had at least no small children that could be.