I waited until the following Wednesday to call her. She accepted my offer for a date, without asking what we would be doing, which was a good thing be...ause I hadn't thought that far ahead. She made sure I remembered where she lived, and agreed to be ready at seven-thirty.Now to take care of a couple of loose ends:First, I went to see Danny. This wasn't something you trusted to a telephone conversation; I needed to look him in the eye to get his reaction. I told him about meeting Marie at the. That would be most charming, and please, make sure your shoes are polished. This is the last you will hear from me either till I step off the plane or talk to you via messenger on Monday. -MelindaMelinda felt small pangs of guilt being the ungrateful, demandingbitch, but on the other hand she was intrigued that she could be anyway she wanted, and Mallory would still love and tend to her. At leastso he said. So why not push him a little, she thought to herself slyly.Melinda knew she would go and. And yes, you should be proud. Not because you and Mom helped me have orgasms, but because you could give them to her. And considering the openness of this conversation. I’ve yet to have an orgasm with a male partner.”“Are you saying you’re still a virgin?”“No, I’m saying I haven’t had a male partner good enough to give me an orgasm. And I mean zero orgasms, not by mouth, hand, or cock.”“Oh.”“Now, the reason I say you have a lot to offer is, well, because you do. Yes, you work all the time. But,. ” She waved her hand to indicate two more young women from India. “And these are your neighbors for the summer from the apartment across the corridor, Jane and Jill.”“Hi, Tom,” they both said. “We saw you in the corridor, but we didn’t know your name until now.”“Hi, Diana, Jane, and Jill,” I said. “Yeah, I saw you, too. But I didn’t know your names, either.They were all very attractive and very dark-skinned Indian women. They were all obviously liberated and comfortable with our American.