Chapter 8 - Page 104 - Talking Eyes

    “No,” he said, knowing she was clowning around.

    Rhasha held up her middle finger. “What about this finger?”

    “No.”

    She held up her thumb.

    “OK,” Jim said, “we’ll hook thumbs.”

    “I changed my mind,” Rhasha said. “Let’s hook pinkie fingers.”

    “I’ve got a better idea.” Jim released her finger and put his hands around her throat. He gently shook her back and forth. Rhasha stuck her tongue out, acting as if he was really choking her. He let go of her neck and grabbed her hands. He didn’t know what she would do next.

    “I’ve got a better idea, Jim.” Rhasha leaned over and gave Jim a sexy kiss. She turned her head to one side, then the other, and back again.

    Finally he broke the kiss. “A kiss would never work, Rhasha.”

    “Why not?” she asked.

    “Because, angel, we need a sign that wouldn’t offend anyone. When you get married, your husband wouldn’t like it if I kissed you.”

    “In that case,” Rhasha said, and grinned, “you marry me. No one could be offended then.”

    “Sweetheart,” Jim replied, “you need to fall in love with a good-looking young man and get married.”