Would you mind taking me to a bar?"We went into the first bar we came across. Dot sat in a booth, and I asked what she would like to drink."Just a bee..., I think." No problem," I told Dot, and then she said, "Maybe I'll have a small whisky with that. If you don't mind, dear?" Are you sure you wouldn't like a double?" If you insist," Dot said.We were on our second round when two guys sat close. They swore a lot, so I asked Dot if she wanted to move or find somewhere else to drink."It's alright,". It was electrifying! The feel of that soft satiny-smooth skin was wonderful under my fingers. We both were rigid for a moment, waiting to see what would happen next. Well, what was done was done. I had broken the ice, so there was nothing to do but try to go ahead. I began gently running my hand up and down the inside of her soft thigh, from the knee to about two thirds of the way up to her crotch. Mom breathed again and set the pan down on a plate. She didn't move away from me, but just stood. "Why is that?" Jack McCall said, getting upset that anyone would dare to pour cold water on the exotic idea that was beginning to take shape."Well... , some of those little Indian females are very pretty, but they look like they're half starved. They may not be strong enough to hold their own against one of the little Oriental women once the two of them got into it," Mr. Ownsby said. "It could turn out to be a very short fight." Maybe we could make it longer if we allowed them to fight until. She just smiled. I asked her why she is smiling. She said she will tell the truth but only if I answer her question truthfully. I agreed and she said, she was smiling because she had observed me staring at her on the first day we met and also today. I didn’t know where to hide myself. I was so embarrassed.She sensed my discomfort and quickly said “it’s ok Raj, this is normal behavior for guys of your age”. When she sensed I was still uncomfortable she came and sat next to me, held my hand,.