His lips darkened slightly as lipstick formed on them. He was wearing a little blusher, as well.The most amazing part was how good he looked. He wasn'...t a babe by any means, just a fairly attractive woman of perhaps, twenty-five. He'd lost some twenty years of age along with his male "fixtures." He hoped his fingerprints hadn't changed because nobody was going to believe this without proof.The mirrored walls had stopped spinning, but now they started up again. There was some kind of blinking. (Not here.) ‘Phir kahan, bhabhi?’ he asked, mischievously. (Then where?) It was a clever leading question. It was loaded with innuendo which was typical of the flirtation on Holi. The question suggested that what was to happen was not in doubt, it was just that the venue was not determined yet. Binita impishly made as if to spank the young man for his impudence. As her outstretched arm reached toward him, she noticed that his kurta too was drenched and stuck to his broad chest. She saw his. He started coming up the stairs slowly until he saw me. He then hustled up the stairs and took my hand, twirling me around. “You look amazing Cariad!” he exclaimed. Cariad meant love in welsh, it was one of the first things he had ever called me. My Cariad he had said. It just stuck. “Happy birthday Jason!” I smiled as the blush from his compliment flooded my cheeks. “Are you my birthday present, because you certainly look like it!” I blushed again, “no your present will come later. If you. Since it's all so new." She looked thoughtful for a moment, but finally agreed."That's probably best," she answered. "Would you like to discuss it now? We have a few moments, or you could talk during lunch." Now. Absolutely now. I wouldn't want to spring this on him at the last minute!" She laughed, and the two of us went back to where Jason was sitting. I sat beside him and took his hand, while Mrs. Becker conveniently made herself scarce."What's up?" he asked, giving my hand a squeeze. "You.