I want to be in bed where no one will bother me.But in front of that fear and panic, stronger and louder, is my hunger. I can smell Becky. She’s wet.... It must be the presence of her Reyna. And I want to taste her. No, this is stronger than a want; I need to taste her. The hunger guides me as I separate Becky’s legs by gently spreading pulling them apart. Becky doesn’t acknowledge the change; her body offers no resistance. I splay her legs as wide as her skirt will allow. The hunger appreciates. Even on Diwali day?,Kabir asked in surprise. Yes, she is a workaholic. Diwali, new years,birthdays, Anjali replied casually, refilling Kabir's glass of orangejuice at the breakfast table. Kabir kept looking at Anjali from thecorner of his eyes. She was simply stunning. With her thick hair in ahigh ponytail, which was gathered in a dark blue silk scrunchie, herthick hair came down to below her shoulders even after it was in a highpony, her face reminiscent of make-up that was partly smudged,. However, something was not right and I was a little scared. Oh, well, I guess I will have to wait to see what happens.The next day I met Allen's dad, Mike, at a secluded restaurant where I knew I would not be recognized. It did not take long for me to realize that Mike had more on his mind than just talking. He mentioned that it had taken he and Allen two hours to clean up the house after our fuck-a-thon, and it was very difficult to convince his wife that something must have been leaking from. When did you start working for Alexander?"She hesitated. "I can't remember." It was always like this when I quizzed them; questions meeting suspicions. Who was this man, they must have wondered? Immigration? Police? Hadn't Alexander told them to keep quiet?"Good girl. That was the right answer." Alexander would be pleased that she'd respected his confidences. I still remembered the tone of his voice once before, when I'd related the response of the young woman who'd answered me fully.I.