’‘So. Decide. What’s it to be? Open it here? Or never with me?’First date.It’s. A. First. Fucking. Date.Ultimatums?Every bone in her body is...aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fucking face slowly realising that his game’s backfired.Fuck. Arrogance doesn’t even begin to cover it.And yet.He looks calm. Laconic, even. He’s not even shifted in his chair. Sipping wine. Eyes: assessing.She moves the box closer.What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need. 'Not too bad for a mother of three.'She stared critically at her nude body facing her in the mirror. Her breasts didn't sag. Her belly didn't show the stretch marks that most women had after even one birth. Only an internal examination could testify to her having had three children. A fourth had miscarried of which even she had no knowledge.'Maybe I can really pull this off.'Her eyebrows were crinkled and a slight frown reflected back at her. She reviewed some of the items that she thought made. Whenever I use to visit there, I was told to look the boundaries of our fields which were lying unorganized i.e. fields located here and there, I have to look proper use of resource as Tractor, Pump sets, cattle, plough or laying of paddy, collection on paddy in season, collection of vegetables in time, pesticides, fertilizer and many more. During season I have to stay at farm house, where it is bit unmanageable for chacha to do all the works alone, and dad visit there occasionally or when some. I know you can run," she teased. This idea suited me fine.I complimented Mrs. Cochran on the lunch and we made our escape."You can't wear those where we're going," Marcie said, looking at my slacks.We went upstairs to my room, Marcie directing the way because I couldn't find it on my own. She took a seat on the bed and watched me shuffle through my bag to find short pants, a T-shirt and running shoes. I held them up and she nodded her approval. But when I headed to the bathroom to change.