" Hm," Mara said, drying her hair. "I suppose he's busy." She was referring to the fact that Omar was 'busy' being the husband of two other women back...in Zambia (Omar was Muslim), and the father of nine other c***dren between them! So 'busy' was likely an overstatement! Still, she and Tomas had hoped to remain in some sort of contact with Omar. He had said he wanted to be kept informed of the progress of Mara's pregnancy (though in all honesty, it had never been realistic to expect him to be. Both Ron and I were quiet. We had both wanted what happened to happen and yet there were no words to express how we felt. I was sitting on the ground tying my boot laces when Ron bent down over me and as I looked up gently kissed my lips. “See you tomorrow and forever after that. I have to leave. My ma is going to freak at me being so late.”I reached over and placed a hand around his ankle. “Yah, see you tomorrow.” I said as he turned and walked away. I gathered my composure and trotted home.. ‘How about you my dear, wouldn’t you like to benefit from the wonders of hypnosis?’ She acted shy and shook her head. I turned to the next table. ‘Wait, wait, I’d like to do it.’ I turned back. ‘Fine, go up to zee stage and sit on zee chair.’ There were five chairs. I continued walking among the tables. The women I thought was Judy, was Judy. I was trying to determine if she could tell it was me. I had never discussed my work with her and indeed, had said that I didn’t believe in hypnosis when. I’d chase after her too if she was running around in circles topless. I couldn’t believe my luck. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The right time at the right place, I never would have seen her topless had her screams not alerted me to look out my bedroom window. Jumping around the backyard screaming as if she was on fire with the hornet flying after her and with her big boobs bouncing, swaying, and jiggling, I couldn’t believe my sister’s best friend was topless. Topless, topless, topless, it took.