”“You know Oak Leaf must protect itself, even if you suffer. You increase your own risk if the politics turn nasty.”“I know. Friendship, love ...and fairness matter.”“So they do. Still how will a trip to Balance Hall help?”“I can file the claim, write our story.”“You would represent yourself balancing scales against Consorting with Demons? I did not think you such a fool. If you have that death wish, you could always sleep in the fields at night.” He laughed weakly, probably realizing that I had. He just left the bra where it was. "I thought we could do this for mom," he said, "When she gets here you roll over on your back. She won't know the bra is undone. I'll play some then pull it off and hand it to her. She'll love that. "I'll roll over about half on and kiss and run my tongue around your breasts and nipples. I'll do a finger massage on your inner thigh and might slip some fingers up under your pants. She'll start to heat up at that, so will you. Then I'll move my hand up to your. The coffee maker was a plastic mesh coffee holder which normally held enough coffee grounds for one cup. That evening it held enough for two cups. The coffee process was labor intensive, but he enjoyed looking out the window in a trance while it heated in the microwave. After three minutes in the small microwave it was coffee. ‘Sorry I don’t have any cream, I have some of that artificial sweetener though,’ Roger said. ‘You don’t seem like the kind of guy to use no cal sweetener,’ the blond. “It was a Salwar suit. The Salwar was red and pink and the trousers red weren’t they?”“Yes. And you wore a red scarf as well.”“You are very observant. It’s called a Dupatta.”“I see,” I responded. “And what’s that red mark that you had on your forehead for?”She laughed. “It’s a Bindi. It’s worn by married Hindu women and it’s to show our commitment to our husband’s welfare and well-being.”“Well thank you for the education. I think it makes women from your culture look very sexy; it makes one.