. There. Did it with my own power.”“Well done.” Yalla nodded. “All the foreign matter was pushed to the surface before the wounds closed, and ...here’s no sign of scarring.”“And it’s a surprising relief as well.” Mark sighed as he sat on the nearest bench and scratched his legs. “Moreso than I expected, seeing as it didn’t really hurt that much.”“Remind me to thank Bizyutin for her suggestion that we store a few changes of clothes at each of our homes.” Talia said as she drew a yellow sundress on. She started with her work.She switched off the fan and I noticed her body for the first time. She was wearing salwar-kameez and it was almost drenched with sweat. It was pale yellow color and made patches under her arms, back and around her neck. Her skin looked creamy and I thought it’s worth being licked.She noticed me noticing her and smiled at me and asked if I need anything. I said nothing and went back to my phone. She started brooming. I was drooling over her cleavage which was visible. " He put hishand on her shoulder. He was smiling but she felt his presence, hissize, in a way she didn't with Jay. Esme and Freya each pounded theirshots, while the three other women in the group whooped.The tables were round and tall, the sort you stood at. One drink wasquickly followed by another. The blonde came and joined their table."So you live in New York," she said, with a smile. Esme smiled andnodded, feeling the warmth of the last drink in her stomach. "Whereare you from. "Jenny," I say slowly, "Can you help me answer a question?" Of course, Monique, anything," you reply.My thoughts are swirling like a whirlwind. I'm trying to formulate a concept that has eluded me since childhood. I speak slowly and hesitantly, "What...am...I?" There, the question has been asked and I anxiously await your reply."Why you're a compassionate and caring human being," you respond tenderly."No, I mean what kind of compassionate and caring human being am I?" I insist. "Am I straight?.