Just as her legs moved from their spread over the arms position Toro snarled and growled out at her.She tried to get her legs down and pulled together... but Toro absolutely shot his snarling, growling, angry head right at her right thigh and all but bit her.She was to scared to move one bit any direction with her legs now, screaming out; “No Toro, Oh No Toro!”But he only barked out ferociously and snapped at her thigh again.Now she was screaming and pleading for me to come help her, and I jumped. "Yes, I would. I know of a dancers supply house that stays open late. Just write down your sizes," he answered. Megan slid off his lap while Terry made a beeline for his room to dress. When he returned she handed him a piece of paper with her sizes written on them, Terry grabbed it as he and headed out the door. A few seconds later she heard the whine of his electric starter and then his Harley roared to life and he headed up the street. Megan went to her room and placed a set of satin sheets. The streets, lined with rows of shops selling brightly coloured Sari's in all sizes, went on as far as the eye could see. All hanging proudly, displayed on hooks in the windows and on clothes rails in the street. Young shop owners were blasting out Bhangra music, advertising the newest technology in car stereos and bass bins, fully fitted for £399. Turning the corner towards Upton Park the overpowering smell of spices for sale, in the open market, seemed to draw people in like rodents to the. I was there till closing and it was just me and one other server, along with Ryan and Jared who had now come to count the money in the register. I went to the kitchen to get my purse and as I came out Ryan told me that he needed to see me in the manager's office. I sighed. Like I really want to get bitched at right now for some stupid thing like not putting my hair up, or not wearing the right shoes. I walked slowly into the manager's room which was a small little room that just had a desk in.