You will speak when spoken to, and never otherwise. You will not scream, or I will blow the brains right out of your pretty little head." He maintaine... eye contact as he spoke, and she felt compelled not to look away. She shook uncontrollably. She didn't notice that she was crying until she tasted a salty tear that ran onto her lips. Which, seemingly of their own accord, parted and spoke. "Yes, sir." His lips twitched into what almost looked like a smile, but much more twisted. He walked over. I did not know why this bothered me to the degree which it did. I am not vain, but I felt that the man who she was speaking with was my inferior in the categories that women considered when selecting a mate. And yet, this man was effectively closing any communication that my wife and I would ordinarily have had.I tried to focus on what Michael and Jessica were saying, but I found myself stealing glances at Anne and her interlocutor. At one point, I thought that he had placed a hand on her butt;. Next day morning as it was Sunday I got up and went to kitchen where she was cooking. I sat on the platform and started talking to her:Me: Mom how did you feel yesterday night. Mom: Secured. I have someone to protect me. Me: U dont feel like having another relation with a man? Mom: Well never thought off but yes I feel lonely at times. Me: I can help you to find someone. Mom: No need, I am worried about you. Me: Dont worry I am not asking you to get married to him but you can always have him. She approached the counter wondering if her suspicions were right.“Excuse me...”The grill man turned to face her, spatula in hand, and sure enough, as she expected, a toothpick hung loosely from his mouth surrounded by a rough, dark, scraggly beard. She had to stop herself from laughing.“Yeah? What can I do for you?” He looked Ravi up and down, like he was inspecting a slab of meat. “Well, what do we have here? Aren’t you a little dish of curry.” The toothpick shifted from one side of his mouth.