We set up a time and place for our first meeting. I offered to pick her up, but she wanted to meet at the restaurant instead, which did not bother me....)The night of the meeting I was still a bit nervous. After all, within a short period of time, I already knew that I liked her, and did not want to doing anything to mess this up. I made sure that my clothes were ironed, got a haircut, shaved, and bought some flowers.When I got to the restaurant, she was already there and seated. As I walked. * * *"She fisted you?" said Chrissie, incredulous, as I lounged back on her couch that evening."Only four fingers," I said, hugging the coffee mug she'd handed me. "She said it was a bit fast to move up to the full thing; particularly when I was so small." You must have really trusted her," Chrissie said, sitting opposite me, staring at me with sparkling eyes."Yeah I did, it was..." I paused, gathering thoughts. "She... her personality just overpowered me. I never had that before. So when she. Amna’s families were Muslims, but not especially strict ones. She wasn’t require to cover her long thick black hair, and her parents didn’t object too strongly to the blue jeans she wore which always seemed rather too tight on the hips constrained inside. Her fondness for tight jeans often caused her grief as Amna was especially hirsute, not just in the form of the black hairs along her arms and legs which were nearly hidden against the darkness of her Bengali skin, but in the thick pubic hair. ‘I don’t have to tell you that Steve will do anything in his power to protect those kids. I’ll catch a flight east as soon as possible. Please keep me informed of any new developments. We need to stay calm and think about what we can do to help Steve and those girls. I’ll be there this evening!’ ‘What’s going on?’ asked Charlotte. ‘Is Steve in trouble of some kind?’ ‘He was chaperoning a bus full of teenage girls on a field trip to Philadelphia. Senator Chatham’s daughter, Vice President.