We both had to turn so I could, and our bodies moved within inches of each other. Rithika seemed intent on watching my lips touch her fingers, but she...was breathing deeply. I kissed up her arm, light, dry kisses on her inner arm. She held it up for me. I kissed higher, along the lines of her upper arm, to the edge of her salwar top. Rithika was taller than me, but I was still wearing my platform heels and that made us close to the same height. I kissed over her shoulder, still holding her arm. Picking the paper up I stand up straight and pull my long dark brown curls over my right shoulder as I rest against the door frame, knowing this pose will tease his sick mind terribly. “Morning Beth baby” he says in his thick New Yorker accent, my name comes out as Bet more than Beth, something I hate more than being cold. “How many times have I told you to not call me baby, Tim, and am I right to assume you’ve been listening out for my door to open just so you can perv on me again? This has to. It was a Wednesday, but it was late in the day; the gates to the truck park would likely be locked up tight, But if his quarry could get in so could he; well, he hoped he could.The drive had taken almost forty-five minutes; well, the traffic at six in the evening was always problematic. He saw the truck park off to the right and at the end of an industrial cul-de-sac. He also saw a man, not his man, moving about inside. He wasn’t sure, but he thought it might be one of his bud’s associates on. I could sense that she was upset. My younger sister, Ayushi, had come to pick us up in my car. On the whole way back, none of us said a word. When we reached home, I went to my bedroom and again pulled Kavita towards me. As soon as I held her, she started crying. I could sense guilt.I hugged her tight. I waited for her to calm down. I made her sit on the bed with her legs hanging down. I kneeled on the floor in front of Kavita, holding her hands.“What happened in the washroom Kavita?” I asked.