Eight. He kisses her. She begins to laugh. You look at me the same way you look at one of your Turkish paistries before you take a bite out of it. She can see him thinking, then he begins to smile as he pulls her toward him. Well it makes sense. You are like a pastry. You taste so sweet (In a moment of vulnerability she blurts) I want to know everything about you. I’m so curious. I mean, that’s just my nature. I want to study you like one of my books. He says nothing. she grabs him. Do you know what you are doing to me? He has a thick accent that drives her nuts. She knows exactly what she is doing. So good. (He always says this phrase, part of his broken English way of describing their interactions. She likes the way he says it. It is simple and to the point.) You are so sweet, mor menekse, I want to taste you. ***