‘I’m never late,’ he said laughing, ‘but I suppose this is a good enough reason.’ ‘You’re not going to tell them what happened, are you...’ I asked nervously while clasping my bra in the back. I got it closed and readjusted everything. ‘No, of course not,’ he replied. ‘I’ll just tell them that I had to pick you up. They’ll understand.’ I hope they understand, I thought, because I sure don’t. What has come over me? I met this guy this morning and now he’s putting his clothes back on after. ” Veronica begins until the silver haired beauty turns toward her. She is totally captivated by the woman. Her lips, her nose, her eyes are all perfect and flawless. It takes a moment for her to find her voice again. “My name is Veronica Martins.” She offers her hand to the woman.The woman smiles and then laughs and shakes her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Veronica. I’m Mandi Vickers. Not quite the optimal way to meet someone.”Veronica returns the laugh. “Not really. Are you okay?”“Oh, I’m. The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below the hotel prevented him from listening to her. He could read Carrie like a book. He knew when she sang she was either extremely happy or extremely sad. When she moaned she was aroused, either sexually or intellectually. And when she sighed – those sighs that sounded like they started in the tips of her toes, growing into tidal waves before pouring out from her lips – he knew she was thinking things she wanted to escape. He couldn’t hear. We had a good conservation for about half an hour. That’s when I got to know that her husband works in Hyderabad. Then after that meet, we started meeting twice in a week. And then slowly we started meeting every day during lunchtime.Ayesha used to smoke a lot of cigarettes so I used to accompany her whenever she went out for frequent smoke breaks. She was a pretty bold woman. A lot of people used to stare at her while she smoked cigarettes (we know how we Indians are) but she knew how to.