It just had to be. Nothing else would do. Perfection. ‘Good girl.’ The words echoed off the sides of her mind. Bounced for an eternity from neuron...to neuron. How many times had she heard those words? Had many times had her Nana praised her for being her ‘good little girl?’ When she sat so still in church. When she sat her peas. Even when she just waited patiently for her to finish her doll’s dress. She placed the final stitch that would hold the bow in place. She knew that it would not last. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc… Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him. On the 31st, I thought of asking him on a gift from me for the new year. At lunch, his dad came from work to have lunch with us and on the table I brought up the topic. His dad also liked it and. (oh come to my place, wait till your father comes)She: ok..She helped in carrying my things to my place. We chatted about her school, studies and her friends. And we went to my place. She helped me in kitchen work, we prepared tea and made some snacks, we came to my work room and started to have them. She was in her school uniform, which was smaller than her. I kept ogling at her breast, she noticed it but never attempted to cover it. She called up her father and told the situation, he said. “Not bad, I thought we would hear from you before now. You do realize how important our service is to your health and well being?” he asked.“That depends on what you are offering me,” I said.“Well we should sit down somewhere and work that out,” Stone suggested.“Find freedom park, I’ll be there at noon. Bring your own iced tea and lunch if you want it,” I demanded.While I waited for time to pass, I read and reread Gray Stone’s file from the Geek. Stone had been an army ranger. He had done three.