” Then with an affectionate pat to his cheek, she smiled and told him, “Never put yourself down, Damien. You’re way too nice a guy to worry ab...out pleasing some uppity bitch who doesn’t realize what a treasure she’s got in you.”Still smarting from the pinch she gave him, he shook his head. “You got it all wrong. It’s not her, it’s me. And believe me, Deana’s no uppity bitch.” He smiled, just thinking about her. “Truth is, she’s the real deal. She’s sweet and smart and funny and too sexy. I saw you! I saw what you were doing to your poor little sister. Are you all right, Laurie?" Yes, Mama. Oh, please Mama." Silence child. I know it wasn't your fault. I know who you love and you know who loves you." Yes, Mama," was Laurie's weak reply.Miranda looked from mother to younger daughter and back again, awareness dawning."Laurie is mine! Do you understand? Mine!"The older woman was nearly screaming in what Miranda was coming to understand was a jealous rage."So, you think you can. I can’t explain it.”“I understand.”“I wish I didn’t have to wait until I’m seventeen, but at the same time I’m scared to death I’ll chicken out when I finally get to do it.”I decided not to tell her she might not have to wait as long as she thought she would. Letting her push things back herself seemed like the best way to go.“You’ll do fine,” I said. “I promise we’ll take things at your pace and only do what you’re comfortable doing.”“I know. That’s why I’m so glad it’s going to be you.”With. We decided to meet. She is from Bangalore, I am from Chennai. Her hubby is more possessive and does not show his love. He used to treat her as a sex machine. I showed her love. I complimented her. She was very in need of love. So I decided to show her.She booked a hotel room in Bangalore. I was amazed to see her in real. I asked her to wear ruin saree (what would turn on a men better than a thin saree). She wore a green saree. We went to the room. She likes whisky, so I got them for her (I.