We topped it up with some Bengali sweets.Soon after lunch, my Mother informed that she had to take her afternoon nap and added. "Khuku. Look after you... brother." She went into her bedroom.Mintu stood up as a mark of respect as she went away. As she left, Mintu quickly looked around to see if any one was around. When he found no one was near, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me near and put his left arm around my waist and held my face with his right and planted a strong kiss on my mouth.I tried. It made me feel bad. I punished you for being with Becky, even though I knew she was your best friend for years.”I nodded. “Do you still want me to read it?” I asked. I already had her permission, but I wanted her to say the words.She nodded. “Yeah. I ... don’t think you know everything on there, but most of it probably won’t shock you.”I nodded and picked up the note, slipping it into my pocket for later. “How do you feel about the second list that you made up?” I asked curiously. I saw Tricia. Straight and married. A mentor of Alfred’s. His wife is Rachel, a tall woman with blond hair, clear blue eyes, tanned and fit, who usually dresses well and looks gorgeous. REVEREND MIRIAM HALI Vicar of St. Will’s. A thin, Nigerian woman just turned forty. Raised her son as a single mother after becoming pregnant by an Irish priest in Nigeria. An admirer of Vicar Alfred’s, whom she trusts a great deal. OTHER DEANERY VICARS: Roberta Okoye of St, Barnabas, a short, skinny Nigerian in her early. But still, we had maintained a safe distance with each other as she was my best friend’s ex-girlfriend.Even I had a lust for her since long ago and also knew that she was starving for sex but was scared of making the move.On one fine night, we were talking about random stuff on call. We both were in a naughty mood and I was flirting with her. We decided to play a game where we both will ask questions to each other and the other one has to answer it, no matter whatever the question was. She.