"You made them ritually unclean once you touched them. I literally have nothing to wear tonight." She started to break down into angry sobs. "And... now I can't go to the Ball tonight and it's all because of you!" Lanie, darling, don't cry," consoled George, as he moved to embrace her."Don't touch me! Isn't it enough that you broke your word about dressing in my clothes and now you ruined the most important evening of the year for me?"George looked at his crying mate, "Lanie, I'm really. "Web search" is what I answered.I peeked into his coffee cup and praised him."Okay, time for a lab sample." I announced as I knelt at his feet and sat back on my ankles. I removed my blouse and bra. (Men are so visual.) I looked up at him and he hadn't moved. I opened my mouth wide and waited. After a moment, I closed my mouth and tilted my head to the side like a puppy. "Well, you gotta help. You don't expect me to touch that thing without rubber gloves, do you?" I teased. I opened my mouth. Maine kaha, tujhe dekha nahi tha na isiliye. Ab chal dekh bhi li, chehera khil jayega, tu ghar ke andar ja aur mere ghar ki chabi le aa. Woh chiha ke boli, kya me tera naukrani hun? Maine usse baate karna hi thik nahi samjha aur unke ghar ke andar ghus gaya. Au aunty aunty pukar ne laga. Tabhi woh pichhe ati hui boli, are are hamare ghar me aise kyon ghus jata hai? Ghar me akeli jawan ladki hai, kuchh unch nich ho gaya to? Tabhi mujhe pata chala ke unke ghar pe bhi koi nahi hai. Maine phir se. Somehow uncertain about this unexpected show of attention, I returned to my hubble-bubble and kept puffing away. However, every time my look wandered into their direction, I caught a smile or a glimpse of something undefined by both of them, as if they were sizing me up for something – not quite the usual way of consideration that I had gotten used to in Syria. Playing along with them, I gave them some of my most beautiful smiles and simply enjoyed the moments of the wonderful spring night..