..I really would like that, Scott.” She gently squeezed my arm. I couldn't believe it! My head felt like it was spinning around and I was feeling li...ghtheaded. What the hell was wrong with me! What am I, a teeny-bopper with his first crush?Then in an instant, I saw a flash in those beautiful blue eyes and she said, “Tell you what! I've been hearing for so long all about what a great cook you are, and tonight you're going to prove it! Come over to the house about seven, with the food and we can. Unhone mast saxy gown pehna tha or botton wala gown tha to garmi ki wajah se upar ka botton khula rakha tha.me sofa pe baitha tha or wo mere samne baithi thi or puch rahi thi ki kya karte ho vagera lekin mera to unke khule botton par hi dhyan tha. To unko ki pata chala ki mera dhyan kaha he. Or wo boli sorry thodi garmi he to khula rakha he.me to dang reh gaya aunty ki bat sunkar or mene bhi kaha ki ha garmi to bahot he.lekin…To wo boli lekin kya to me kaha ki apko bura lagega to unhone hans. For it was Rachael who had put up the money to buy the small café that they worked and lived above. Steve had his own job that took him all over the country and while he was away Rachael was good company for her daughter.The flat above the café in which they lived was a small two bedroomed affair with one bathroom and a small kitchen diner. It wasn’t that they were broke and that this one the only option, it was that Rachael living with them had always intended to be a temporary measure but had. Both girls and guys were calling out numbers for my sweater. The final bid was 21 dollars. The auctioneer announced the winning bid and the girl who made the offer came forward. She paid the money and extended her hand waiting for my sweater. I was hesitant at first, and in the background I could hear the assembled group chanting for me to take it off. Unable to stop myself I gripped the bottom of my sweater and lifted it up. I pulled it over my head and handed it to the waiting girl. My arms.