The counter was the only reason I wasn’t pressed up against her. “It was delicious.”“It wasn’t that great.” Sophie blushed while directing... a wide smile my way. There was the slightest slur to her words, and the redness in her cheeks deepened as I put my hand on her inner leg. “I’m glad you’re - I missed you.”“I’ve missed you too.” I said, squeezing her thigh for emphasis. “In more ways than one. Do you feel the same?”“Yeah.” Sophie giggled again, and flushed a deeper shade of red. Her eyes. Me kaffi dara hua tha aur mujhe laga ki aaj vo mujhe bahout dategi. Jaise he school khatam hua vo class me aayi aur mujse poocha ki kya me sachi usko chodna chah ta hu ?Toh mene turant kaha jee han, par problem ye thi ki kaha karte. Toh mujhe ek idea aaya me unko chupke se boys washroom le gaya aur ek 2-2 ke toilet me band kar liya. Problem ye tha ki kundi bahout loose thi vo ek he dhakke me khul sakti thi. Fir bhi mene vo risk liya aur usko band toilet seat pe bitha diya. Fir main kahani chalu. We broke free and fulfilled the social niceties. Hello, how are you, you look well, what are you doing now, what was it like traveling in . . . .Dinner was a relaxed affair, eaten between descriptions of people, places, experiences and ideas, with the conversation suitably lubricated by generous glasses of a mellow, full-bodied Tarapaca 98 Cabernet Sauvignon.We retired to the sofa, and settled down to let the television numb our active minds. My arm went up over her shoulder and she snuggled. "Isobel smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you. I'll look forward to it."She let herself in and looked at her watch: quarter past six. "I'll dig out something to eat," she thought, "something that I can leave to cook for half to three-quarters of an hour and treat myself to my third gin of the day." She actually giggled.She did just that but also put Mozart's 40th Symphony on the hi-fi. "Pealing violins," she thought.She found herself recalling her time with Penelope. She thought she might feel.