I smirk at Jackie and she rolls her eyes before taking off her bra from under her shirt, and then putting it over her clothes. She goes into the bathroom for her underwear and I bite my lip, How does she take off her bra without taking her shirt off?
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
