It was all the permission he needed. Masculine thumbs parted the slit on the fabric, only to find another one, hers. Rosy and glistening with a sort o... moisture. One index traced the outer layer, encountering silky hair, damp skin, until it came across a soft place at the base. Lightly pressing, it gave and his finger dove inside, it was hot, wet and it seemed as if it swallowed a whole phalange.“Sorry,” he blurted, about to leave it be.“It’s where you fit,” she informed in a whisper.His brain. Another Indian walked by and said something to Sanjay. Mike didn’t know what had been said, but the expression on Sanjay’s face suggested that it wasn’t very nice. Sanjay rose from his chair and turned to face the tables filled with Indians.Furious, he said, “Never speak to me in Gujrati again. I am an American. I sit with my coworker because we are fighting an enemy that wants to kill us! We are brothers in arms in a war against evil men!”The entire room turned to stare at Sanjay.Ignoring the. ”Linda looked at her, and said “So you want me home by,” and that was as far as she got. Mrs. Carol simply repeated “Don’t stay out too late.”Hand in hand we headed out, and once again I had a feeling we were being watched as I held the door open for her before I got in myself. This time as we drove up Reseda Blvd. Linda asked me to pull over, and we spent about a half-hour looking through the game store. A figure I saw caught my eye and I pulled it off the peg and showed it to her. It was a. . I heard..." What did you hear, Marcus?" Hope settled long enough to ask."Um... You... the two of you... um..." Hope's giggles threatened to get away from her again, and Shawna blushed furiously."It's not what you think, Marcus." Hope assured him, and Shawna stared at him frankly."And shame on your dirty mind for thinking it." Then tell me what is going on?" It's..." Shawna paused, fiddling at the table behind the couch for a moment. "You promise you won't laugh." Would I?" he asked,.