I had the beginnings of a head-ache. Asprin time in the valley. The door to the prep room swung open and one of the guys who worked at the place poppe... his head in. "Sorry for buggin' you guys, but there are some people here to see you." "Tell em to fuck off," I said, my head still in my hands. "Unless they're from a record label." The dude didn't know what to say. Not used to being spoken to like that, I guess. "Well..." he began and I looked up at him. I must have looked pretty pissed, 'cause. My name is Christopher O’Leary. I’ll be your tall and slender, biracial action hero for the day. I was born in the Caribbean Island of Jamaica in 1982. The son of an Irish-American businessman James Sanborn O’Leary and Elisabeth Argentine, a Jamaican national. They brought me to America in 1999. I was seventeen years old. I attended Hyde Park High School for about a year, then enrolled at Northeastern University in 2000. I graduated in 2004 with a bachelor’s of science degree in Criminology. I. I was waiting for you to come, and you give company..N, nandu slept early. (Nandini her 2 yr old daughter).Ok, ragini, I will have a little.If you insist. And she spread the dishes on the table. I was really surprised to see a variety of dishes displayed on the dining table. I know, she made it for me specially, and if I don’t touch it, it will hurt her. So, we had dinner together, sitting close. She took the empty plates, and started to the kitchen. I say on the sofa, waiting for her to. She was breathing hard and her eyes were unfocused. I chuckled silently at the sight. Strong, tanned fingers wrapped around my wrist and stopped my hand before I could do more than rub the exposed bud of her clit."Inside," she said insistently.I nodded, helped her sit up, and unbuckled my seatbelt. Kate gathered her purse and her coat, leaving the rest of her clothing where she'd tossed it, in the back seat. I opened my door and paused for a moment to admire her lithe figure as the car's.