Hopefully, he would not have left it out where the others could see it. She would have to get it back from him. Maybe she’d have a chance later that...morning. She started to get up, but Marge held her back. Velma was talking once more, braying would be a better description. “If he likes hers,” she said, “It’s cause he ain’t had a chance to be wit a big woman’s.”Amazingly, for it was not like Marge at all, Marge had begun to unbutton her own blouse. In a moment, both her blouse and her brassiere. I went home and changed into a decent Punjabi dress and rushed back to the hotel. When I reached the hotel, Ajay was already there.He was tall and handsome. I acted coy and answered timidly whatever he asked. He fell head over heels in love. Though I felt guilty, I was pushed along by Dad and Ashok.The day of the engagement was hilarious. While Ajay and I were talking in the hall, Dad was fucking Ashok’s wife in one room and his sons were fucking Dad’s girl friend in another.While they were. Don’t want to get Yolanda or her family any further under the government’s scrutiny. Best to leave them as far away from this as possible.” George paused. “But I can tell you one thing.”Tim blew some steam from his coffee. “Yeah, what’s that?”“I do miss being able to see her every day when ordering those damn tacos ... fuckers are worse than crack and twice as addictive!”“Yeah, but at least you can still get some every time you go see her.” Tim patted George on the shoulder and sipped his. But there was no doubt her boss seemed to be feeling the pressure. Kirsten wouldn’t be in her Wilson’s shoes for the world. Turner had her on a string, bouncing her up and down the stairs to his office every hour or so for one meeting after another. Who wanted that kind of stress? She’d asked Goodwin what was up between him and Wilson, but he’d had just given her one of his usual grunts. Something wasn’t right between them, but Kirsten didn’t have time to work it out. She had enough stress of.