She was dressed in a very revealing tank-top and a snug pair of denim shorts. A pair of soft-soled sandals completed the ensemble. She was quite a sig...ht."I see you approve of my outfit." She was grinning at my reaction."Hell, yes. Me ... and every other guy within sighting distance." Thanks, that's good for my ego," she said as she slipped into the front seat.She led me to a nice, modern-looking café on the road to the coast where we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast. As promised, she paid. We. In English. BAD English, with a heavy accent. He could barely understand the words. The voice sounded female, though. Real female, not Alvin and the Chipmunks high pitched female. It ... she ... it was like she was chanting a spell.Hank's eyes widened. He looked down. He was inside a chalk pentagram. Squirrel Girl there had summoned him, like a Wiccan calling a spirit! What the hell? Those damned spells never worked! He should know, his sister hung with some self proclaimed teen witches, and. Uss din usne darwaza nahin lagaya. Mujhe laga kahin use meri neeyat par shaq to nahin hua par baad mein jab uske parents ne andar aakar use bhi jaldi nikalne ko kaha tab baat saaf hui ki usne darwaza isiliye khula rakha tha kyunki ghar par koi nahin rehne wala tha. Uske parents chale gaye aur usne sirf baahar ka jaali wala darwaja lagaya. Andar ka lakdi ka darwaja khula hi chhodd diya. Hum andar aakar books bichakar bed par hi baith gaye. Aaj wo thodi unconfortable lag rahi thi kyunki usko uss. “Okay, now I’m happy, I’ll get us a cold beer now,” I tell her. I take a bottle of beer from my fridge and place it on the table. As soon as I sit down in my chair, M gets up and sits on my left leg, her legs dangle in between mine. She picks up a grape and feeds it to me. We end up eating dinner off one plate. We laugh at ourselves, comparing our behavior to that of teenagers. We leave table without clearing it. We go out back on the patio and share another beer. M turns her chair and rests.