There was no music on even though I always had the radio playing. Logic would simply say I never turned it on because my hand was entwined with yours....I think it was something deeper, something without a name. I was meant to just listen to the smooth hum of the road, the noise soothing to me. At times, your hand opened. I would trace your palm with a fingertip, soft and slow, already memorizing some mysterious flesh map. A beautiful, looping terrain. Later, you would ask why I did that. I was. One dayShe: Hi, what u doing?Me: Nothing, Sitting simply infront of tvShe: Im at home alone, Im Getting boredMe: So?She:Talk somethingMe: What shall we talk?She:Talk about What u talked yesterday. I was in seventh heaven thenMe: What are u wearing?She: Pink skirt n Black top wit white bra and black panty.I was shocked by her boldnessShe asked about mine, I told her about mineMe:What is your boobs size?She: 32, Im Going to bath, Im removing my dress nowMe: Wow, I wish I would be there nowShe:. She didn't look at him the whole time."Ive ... er ... Eva, would you like a cup of tea?" Charles asked her.He nearly made the mistake of calling her by her real name but managed to avoid doing that in the nick of time.Ivy continued watching the film, oblivious to him. He thought that she was listening to him but ignoring him on purpose. He hated this. He hated it that she was not even responding to him.Charles left the lounge and went down the hall, towards the kitchen. He turned on the light. They presented films of anguished families wailing for the dead. They played recordings of the President of the Philippines proclaiming that the Americans had acted against his explicit orders to the contrary. The world was eating it up.Impressed by what she had seen, Cathy turned to Mike and said, “They are so much better at presenting their case than we are.”“I know. Did you notice that they didn’t address what was actually happening at the Mosque? They don’t have to defend themselves. They.
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