So why is it that the lust and fantasies seem to spill over the most when I know I can't have you?I've always been an independent girl. I like being i... relationships. Sure, I enjoy the security, but I don't need it. But right now, I need you. Only you.I'm getting restless, so I stretch out on our couch and try to find something on TV to occupy my mind. How long have you been away now? Twenty-four, maybe thirty-six hours? Is that all?Nothing new on Netflix, not in the mood to binge a Hulu. What excited me more was that my elbow happened to touch her bare hip. She was wearing a south Indian saree, and usually, the left part of the hip would be open. I was frightened by that touch. For a few seconds, I was afraid of what would she think. And as I was thinking the car had to make a few more turns like that. I enjoyed touching her hip with my elbow, even though I was afraid on the other side.To my surprise, she didn’t react. She knew her hip was getting rubbed by my elbow. This. Matilda fidgeted. Leon ignored it.After a while Matilda began playing with her fingernails. The smack on the back of her head caused her to look up. She rubbed the dull pain."Pay attention," Leon said. "Look around. See everything. Learn." This is boring." It is part of the job. Maybe you cannot be an assassin." Yes I can." Then do what I have taught you. Watch. Look at who comes and goes. Check the times." I don't have a watch."Leon paused at a loss for words and then burst out laughing. It. I wasn’t in the least surprised to hear, about a year after he’d returned to the US, that he’d put a bun in some bird’s oven who he’d met at college. I think he was at what we’d have called university by then. Much to my surprise I learnt that Joe was going to do the right thing by her and he invited me over to the States to be his best man at the nuptials. As, back then, I couldn’t afford the airfare, Joe’s father – who had some influence with the US forces – fixed it for me to travel on a US.