Yes, I said leaning against one of the shelves as I watched her page reverently through the book. My father named me after her, she murmured as she b...egan to read. I smiled indulgently at her. I know, though you put me more in mind of The Quadroon Girl. She looked up from the book, a seductive little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Will you have me for your slave and paramour? she asked. I crossed the space between us and dropped to my knees in front of her looking up into her. Ek baar muje mauka mila. Mamaji ko bacchon k sath patna jana para. Mami ke leg me dard rhta tha isliye wo nai gyi.Mamaji k jaane k baad to mai or maami ghar pe akele the. Mer khusi ka thikana nai tha. Mai bahot khush tha ki ab mai or maami ghar pe akele hain or mai aaram se mauke ka fayda utha skta hu.Garmi ka season tha isliye humlog chat pe sote the. Chat pe do room hai. Ek room me mai or dusre me maami sone k liye aa gyi. Mai sham se yahi soch rha thi ki aaj raat ko to maami k boor or gaand. ’ It was for $11,500!“Dad, we didn’t have anything to do with your ‘million-dollar house?’” I said, after Sari saw it and shrieked again.“The last couple of days have been extraordinary, and I suspect it had a lot to do with the two of you, so ‘Merry Christmas’ from your mother and me. She told me that money would be better than anything either of us could pick out for either of you.”“Oh, Daddy!” Sarah said, giving him a hug, “Thank you!”I simply gave him a big hug – I swear I saw a tear in his. She seemed happy enough that I would give it some thought.After about three weeks, I gave it some thought and decided to meet them for an evening. It felt a bit surreal going to their house knowing I would not be sitting down to tutor their 11 year-old. When I entered, Stacey greeted me at the door in an all crimson ensemble that accentuated her incredible curves. Her demeanor was much the same as it was any other day I saw her. A hug, a smile...only the ambient light was softer and so was her.