"We were both nervous. I gave her a little kiss."Thanks. Is there any of the white wine in the fridge?" Let's look." I put the bag at the foot of the ...tairs and took her hand. It was a bit moist.There was a half-bottle. I fetched two glasses and poured. "To us!" To us."I picked up her free hand and kissed it. "I love you very much. Don't be afraid." I'm not afraid. Just uneasy." She put down her empty glass. We sat on the divan. I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss. She threw her arms. ."I took her hand under the table. "I'm remembering you now, how brave you were back in that barn." I'll talk to Mr. Johnson. Maybe he'll let me run an errand or something."So an hour or so later, we were in the middle of the city, sitting on a bench in the shade and watching people pass by. I told her a few stories, and we were very comfortable together, like old friends."I'd like to be a girl again," she said. "But I'm afraid." Of men?"She nodded. "Of being raped. You can't know what that's. I have been a fan of her art work and always used to admire and motivate her to keep doing more. The second one, Khushboo. She is a skinny one.But I always have been attracted to her as She has an amazing face, beautiful blue eyes, and sexy legs. She is taller than the others and had amazing dressing sense. She is also a bit shy like me but always energetic and ready to do party and hang out anytime when we all meet. And the third one, Priya.She is the youngest one and has known her only for. I had to make some sense of this. I had to get a grasp on reality or I really would go insane. I knew of only one person who could help me, and I prayed that she was at her desk, and not merely a figment of my dysfunctional imagination. * * * * * I was more than happy to wait for Mary King to shut down her cerebral engines and turn her attention to me. I was grateful just to see her, in all her velvet and jewelry. I was glad to know that she was a real, live person. Eventually, she turned her.