I just smiled and asked "Do you STILL have 11¾"? with a slight blush, he says "YES, want some?" I told him that "Unless he needed to be going to wher...ver he was headed, we could go to my place". He called for the check, and paid the bill, leaving a good tip, and asked me to ride with him, and he could bring me back for my car, but I figured I may not be able to drive after being with him, so I just told him to follow me. As I pulled into my garage he parked in the drive and he walked up to me. She became more open. I started getting a glimpse of her small cleavage. She use to brush her petite frame with my body when ever crossing each other. I also took the opportunity and felt her boobs thru my elbows at times.After about 20-25 days I again called her and told her that it will be difficult for us to promote her. She cried a lot and urged me not to do so. I got a good view of her boobs as her dupatta slipped and she was wearing a deep cut suit. She also noticed the same and didn’t. I guess I screwed up, honey.”Lizzie reached across the table and patted his hand. “Screwed up how, Daddy? Do you love her?”“I don’t know, Lizzie. It’s too soon for that. I do care for her, for what that’s worth. I want to keep seeing her.” His eyes were pleading for some form of approval.Lizzie thought for a moment before answering. “Daddy, back when I was about ten or eleven, you and Mom talked about this, sort of.”“Huh?”“Let me finish, Dad. We were watching some TV show where somebody, some. That we would talk when I got back from Nairobi”“You’re brilliant”, he congratulates her, smiling. “ In fact, there is something else” ... adds Rebecca, fixing the tablecloth and playing with a spoon.”Give me a cigarette.”Gary, intrigued, hands her his packet. Rebecca lights the cigarette and inhales a deep puff. “Well, you see, we met at the Boston Trading Bar. On the top floor, the 102nd. You know? - Yes, of course, he answers briefly so as not to interrupt. - In the elevator, on the way.