I was onthe verge of dismissing it when John's parting words came flooding backto me. Would I really disappoint John if I didn't do this? Would hethin... me less of an actor? Less of a sophisticate? I decided I would atleast read it and give the story a chance. Chapter 2I sat at dinner listening to my parent's endless questions. Theybadgered me about college and the upcoming prom. My mother barelyallowed a response before moving onto the next question. University wasless than a year away. I. Once she whispered to me that someone had run their hand up her leg in the crowd. I knew this might happen. I asked she wanted to leave? She said no I'm OK. She excused herself to go to the rest room and get us a cold drink. I held our spot up front at the rope. I was bargaining to worry after close to an hour had passed before she came back. I asked if the line was long? She said that isn't the only thing that was. I took me drink and we watched as the first runner came to the finish line, no. "I don't believe you," Sonam said in mock sentimental anger," because if that were true you wouldn't have remained downstairs for so long." What could I do Sonam? The whole family was downstairs, and they know I'll be leaving in a couple of days. So, they didn't want to leave me, telling me they won't bother me after two days. But believe me, I kept thinking of you even when I was with them."Puran tried to pull Sonam towards him, tried to turn her face to plant a kiss but the girl, young as she. Her stiletto heels clicked on the floor in a paced manor as she slinked towards him in bed.Nothing covered her heart-shaped nest between her legs.“Like,” she asked as she stood before her husband.“Yes, Mrs. Browning, I like,” he said reaching out to her.“Uh-uh,” Amelia said taking a step back and wagged her finger, “You touch only when I say you can touch.”Ben grinned, “You’re the boss.”“You’re right there,” She said as she stepped forward and gently pushed him down onto the bed.The scent of.