Every time I came down, I was worse off than before. How long thiswent on, I couldn't tell. I almost panicked when I feel something touch mythigh (by ...now my dress had slid-up so high that under my back my fingertipscould feel the hem of the skirt. Breezes from the open window told me that thetop of my dress was in even worse dishabille). I stop struggling when thefingers tapped a 1-2-3 1-2-3 tempo on my leg - Phil's signal to me when I amunable to hear, telling me that she is taking charge. I. Now sit down, please." I am hungry, and I really don't want to wait for another table." A smile was beginning to brighten her face.As she sat down, I handed her my business card, held out my hand to her, and said, "I'm James. Please call me Jim. What brought you here on this stormy night?"Shaking my hand, she answered, "My name is Damini. In India that means lightning. I'm going to visit family in Atlanta. I have a cousin who is getting married down there in a few days. Why are you here?"Thus,. We used to delve into public sex just to shock people. We called it Cat and Mouse. She always played the wild, aggressive seducer while I played the demure, sweet victim. We dressed the parts, too. She wore only torn black stockings and a ripped black dress shirt with a thick black stripe painted diagonally across her eyes. I wore a tiny gray pleated skirt, a tight low-neck sweater, a big bow in my hair, and a shear mesh sash across my eyes. We both looked like a couple of street hookers. She. It’s you who decides what to do with it. But you traded all of that away, to be here with me?” she repeated, still not quite believing it.“I did. You are worth it,” he said to her, closing the distance.Taal’ani could scarcely believe what she was hearing and could help but tear up a little. She’d gone through many life altering changes, some of which could not be walked back, no matter what she did. Leaving behind her home, her family, her entire clan, because she had no choice. Tahral giving.