Not like David who was mixed with a blessing of natural genetics and an obsession with sports. Murphy had to put in work for his rips and cuts. Hewas ...till nice though. Murphy: ‘Did you come to stare at me or will we talk?’ Ananda: ‘Hi Murphy, it’s nice to see you too.’ I watch him roll his brown eyes and fold his arms across his chest. I stand up and lean against the counter beside him staring at his bare feet. I didn’t want to argue with him. I only wanted us to clear the air so that he would. I shuddered at the thought that a manfound me attractive and that I have painstakingly gone through the lastcouple of hours to look attractive for him."Remember what I told you last night," my mother whispered to my ears.Yes I did remember, the sordid details of what a man expects from a wifeon their wedding night. What he likes to hear, how I am supposed tobehave. And yes the pain that I would feel, but to remember about theneeds of my husband. I did not want to know these things, I did not. The gown he had purchased for her was hanging there, where he had hidden it. Now, finally at home he walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, as he used to do so many years ago when he first started dating the woman who later became his wife. She opened the door looking absolutely stunning in the gown. He stood at the door while she went back inside to grab her purse and then opened the door for her. ‘Well Marie, are you ready for our date?’ ‘Oh Henry, of course I am.’ ‘And what time. "--excuse me. But...this guy was harassing Malik. He came by and slapped his...butt and called him a fag." He kinda smiled a bit when he said 'butt'. Probably because he was so eager to get in my jeans."Is this true?" said the man, looking to me."Well...yeah, but...I don't really--" Young man," he sternly said. "Bullying is bad; no exceptions. And you..." he pointed to my old friend. "...I should call your parents, but this isn't Middle School. I'm not required to give a damn about any of.