" Stop calling me that here. If Mom hears that!"Biene pushed her hand under my sweater up over my back like she often did.I found the feeling wonderfu...l."Do you have new underwear?" she asked in surprise. "I never felt anythingso soft on you before." Mom bought it for me. Because I've been complaining about a scratchypullover." Let's see," she said and pulled my sweater upward.The two girls critically evaluated my undershirt. "That's a girl's shirt,a cami," Biene stated."I've noticed that, too.. My hotel was nearby and we got to its restaurant. On coffee, she told about her. She was Vandana, a neighbor of Bhavna. She told me about many relationships she had in the past but broke most of them because she was not comfortable with going physical. I assured her that there was nothing extraordinary about going physical. It is just another method to show affection. She listened attentively.By this time, I had started noticing her body. Sitting in front of me, her cleavage was visible, some. Amateurs out here always make me laugh, thinking they were big and bad because they read soldier of fortune and spent 500 bucks at a shop for a Glock. The pickup roared up, the push bar slamming into the man. He screamed out as he was thrown down the road, landing about 15 feet away from the van. He groaned and gasped as the pickup idled up to him. Two men jumped out of the back and started toying with him. One of them kicked him, hard, in the balls and he screamed out. There was a rustle. It gives me one more opportunity to look her up and down, lick my lips, and sigh, 'What a waste'. Please have a good time tonight, Gretchen. We have missed you, and we love you." Thanks Mark, I appreciate that."She moved further into the building, pulling Nina along with her, greeting friends and acquaintances along the way. Nina was taking in as much as she could, but much of what she saw was almost overwhelming. Many of the slaves were on their knees beside their respective master or.