She said, “Saab, please forgive me. I beg you. The police will never let me leave. I have kids… please Saab, I will do anything you ask.” This w...s the moment I was waiting for. I picked her up from my knees by catching her waist tightly.She was wearing a sari and her waist was bare and visible. Touching her waist gave me an instant hard on. Her waist was smooth like cream. I started caressing her waist and said, “Roopa, it is alright. Don’t cry.If you need money you can ask me you know. Maybe. My old grandad used to say, ‘measure twice, cut once.” It’s an old carpentry expression, but he adapted it to mean, ‘always think before you answer, never jump in without considering the consequences. ‘Every action has a reaction,’ was another one of his. As the soft silk singed the skin on my left hand, which was tightly knotted to the brass headboard behind me, his voice should have been screaming in my ears.I watched as she dragged the dressing gown from her shoulders, expertly reaching. I had a feeling the question was for hersake, not mine."As if either of them could ever resist returning home to me," I replied.Hugh snorted while Edward shouted something obscene, but I ignored them."Besides, I taught them how no Parisian girl could ever match the graceand charm of a sweet Irish lass."A bit of uncharacteristic bravado on my part, but not untrue. Hugh, Edwardand I had been inseparable since boarding school, and after years spentchasing girls my appreciation for redheads had. “I can feel your eyes on me. Why is that?” His voice came deep, he was grown, and of age in his mid-twenties no doughtily. She blushed at the fact that she had been caught, and then shrugged.“There is a reason in everything you do.” He drew a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and flipped open the top of the box.She stared at the box, and the precious painting, “You are not suppose to smoke in here.”“Do you work here?” He looked at her with distaste.“No, but I enjoy these paintings, and I want.