Unfortunately that's way, way out of my league." You're joking, right?" No. I met her once through a mutual friend who was one of her clients."I didn'... believe him. How could I? He was talking about the woman I wanted to marry - the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Fiona and her escort sat on the opposite side of the restaurant from us and Fiona was sitting with her back to me and even though she couldn't see me, I never took my eyes off of her until it was time for me to. We went to the place my husband was sitting.“Hey, Suresh. It’s urgent work. I’ve emailed you the necessary details. Can you go home and finish it?” Victor asked.“Yes sir, sure,” my husband said.“And can you please let Ramya here? Let her enjoy her time here. I promise I’ll take good care of her.”“Ok, sir. When can I pick her up?”“Don’t you worry about it. I’ll drop her home.”“Thank you, sir.”Then my husband departed from the club. I was so shocked that he agreed to this. Victor lifted me,. I test even higher now. I don’t know why my body changed, but it did. I think I am now the perfect specimen for a 16-year-old boy.”“How high did you get?”“Scores above 140 tend to be inaccurate. That reminds me. You were supposed to take the Mensa entrance exam.”“Don’t change the subject.”“Promise me, you will get your sisters to take the exam when I get back, and I will tell you.”“Ok, now what is it?”“I don’t know. As I said, anything above 140 is difficult to test. Wechsler only goes to 160. " ...nothing else? What the hell happened?" The Driver pondered for a moment. "You know, Bunny's English isn't that great. Maybe you missed the signal?" She made some hand gestures that were…pretty universal." So what did you say?" I said no. Just the massage, please."The Driver took his sunglasses off. James cringed. "Do you mean to tell me," the Driver said, speaking slowly and distinctly, "that you went to a Chinatown massage parlor just because you actually wanted a massage?"Helpless, James.