”Phil walked into the hallway and pulled out his cellphone, returning the call he’d received that morning.“Leslie Sharpton, Seattle Times.”“...Leslie, this is Phil Walker.”“Oh, Mr. Walker. I’m glad you called. We’re eager to get your take on the recent revelations.”“My take isn’t any different than it was. What’s done is done,” he hedged. “What I did before is in the past, it doesn’t reflect my current situation.”“So you deny the validity of the photo?”“Oh, no. The photograph is authentic. It’s a. Wrong license ... Australia ... but I could Delta to Milwaukee. I’d have to change planes at The Hub but that seemed a minuscule difficulty.Then I discovered that The Hub is Minneapolis St. Paul ... Minnesota. Or Atlanta ... Georgia. Just how far out of the way was I willing to put up with?According to one passport, I was Commonwealth ... the other was US. Dual citizenship ... born in the USA ... hadn’t been in the continental United States in 12 years.And suddenly ... I needed... “Umh ... I. ‘Yes, you will.’ He smiles against her ear and says ‘Okay, I will, but only if you ask nicely. I know you don’t believe me, and that’s okay. You have time, all the time you need.’ She closes her eyes and takes one deep breath, then two. Her voice is even and her eyes are clear. ‘I know I have time. It’s my time. It’s not yours. You can’t give it to me or take it away. Not anymore, David. Is my audition through?’ He releases her slowly and kisses her forehead before letting her go, fixing her. Her pallu had slipped off her shoulder and chest. I could see the big pointed boobs in yellow blouse exposed inviting me. The blouse was very low cut so it could see the big cleavage between those big boobs. Usha was sitting 1 foot away from me, staring at me. She had untied her hair and they were free now. She was looking very sexy now. As I was staring at her boobs she suddenly bent forwards towards me, caught hold of my head and pulled me and said ‘Sahib, this is all yours”. And she pulled.