You don't get the trots from vegetables mostly." Vegetarian?"This seemed most unlikely. Most of Marla's vegetarian friends dressed in ways that procla...med their social conscience that was totally unlike this young man. He didn't look the sort who would relish lentils or organic rice. Marla sympathised. When it was possible, she much preferred her food to be kosher, though halal was acceptable."Aye," he said, looking almost embarrassed. "I'm not some sorta hippy, like. Though I smoke blow like. We looked into each other's eyes, smiled, and kissed again. Slowly at first,then more passionately. I began to move my hands across her back, and shewould touch my long hair while crisscrossing her arms around my waist. Webroke the kiss again, and I would stare at her breasts, partially covered byher t-shirt.She took my hands and placed them onto her breasts. I caressed them, thenwent down and slipped my hands under her t-shirt, pulling it out. She waswearing a nice black silk bra, which I took. Closing the door, I took a steadying breath and walked over to take my seat."I think we should go for the deal." I began, just wanting to fill the silence. "As I showed, they have some vital assets and while they've been losing for a while, it shouldn't be hard to turn it around. Seems like it's down to who they have over there at the moment, more than anything." Quite." Lee smiled. "Exactly my thoughts. We're going to make an offer today, Bill's handling it." Oh, good."Silence stretched out, I. But…” I deliberately paused. She asked, “But…?” I built on old information, “have you noticed that look in my eyes Ragi, when you can’t decide if it is for my daughter or the lover who left me?”She hummed after a long moment. I added, “That’s me trying to find my lost lover in you but I get scared that I will hurt my daughter.” I brushed her earlobes again with my lips, “But Ragi, sometimes I wonder…” I paused strategically. She hummed.“I wonder if your hair has the same fragrance as hers.