That afternoon while she was having her lunch in theembassy canteen, she could hear two people conversing with eachotherabout their Manager, one of th... person uttered the line "Give him his ownmedicine, Tell him to do what he expects from others".That line stuck in her head, she thought and laughed for herselfimagining Aryan Khan in the position of the woman in the film "Bondage".In the evening she was back to her home,the Idea thrilled her, she knewit was far fetched but still she liked the. She was a much deeper and multifaceted person that I had everrealized before, and I was enjoying this side of her as much as Ienjoyed being with her as Scott. We met often for lunch, for walksthrough Washington Park, and, on the weekends, for pizza and sparklingcider (Jessica stopped drinking to help support me, which was so kind). Scott and I both tried to push the limits of the spell when we weretogether, particularly when Pete and Jessica stepped away. Our attemptswere obvious to the two. Shilla told me to link my arms over the shoulders of the waiters and they did likewise with me. The tempo began to increase and we started to dance in a circle slowly bobbing up and down. Quicker and quicker we danced and I was really beginning to enjoy myself, shouting, “hoi!”at the appropriate times. The other diners were cheering even louder than the first time and seemed to be pointing in my direction. Shilla who was opposite me was grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was shouting. Still wasn't back. I put down my guitar and knocked on the door."Um – come in," I heard faintly. I slid the pocket door open, and was met by a rush of cold air that made my nipples stiffen."Brrr – you've got the A/C going. I need to grab a shirt," I told Saralinda, who was using her computer. I pulled a tee off the floor and put it on, went back into Saralinda's room, and shut the door behind me. Being cool wasn't a bad thing, but it certainly was different that sitting in the tropics. I went.