”Inga smiles and puts down the phone. She’s slowly tracing her finger around her thong while she thinks of a plan. She stops and calls Catalina on... the phone.“Cat, this is Inga. You remember I promised we could get together on my birthday?”“Okay, here’s what I want you to do. Be here at 8:15 but no sooner because I won’t be ready. When I open the door, I want you to already be standing there naked.“You’re right. This is a test. Do you want to be my sex slave or not. I want you nude at my door at. There had been nothing but silence through the wall. Either he had been creeping about like a mouse in there or he hadn't been home at all. But now there was music playing. My music. I hadn't even tried to listen to my favourite band, every song reminded me of him. And now the boy I loved who ripped out a big chunk of my heart was playing my music as if nothing had happened. Numbness and pain were replaced by a flame hot liquid rage.How dare he? How dare he come into my life and make everything. Mmmmmmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmm. Fir achanak jab mujhe lund per kuchh liquid ka sa pressure sa feel hone laga to mom boli raju ab bus ek baar ab dheere kar de mera to pani nikal diya tune. Meine speed thoda kam kar di aur ab mein thakne bhi laga tha. Achanak mera sara dabav mere lund ke raste mom ki choot ki ghati mein sama gaya aur mein ekdum se sust ho gaya aur mera lund bhi shant ho gaya. Fir mom aur mein ek dusre ke uper late gaye. Meine apna lund sandhya ki choot. In the city where the call would originate – which I couldn’t remember for the life of me) speaking to a reporter from a Spanish-language newspaper and hoping to God I didn’t mangle something in my second language.I somehow had to fit in five rehab sessions.Oh, and I had to spend part of my morning with Morrie Epstein and Liz trying to convince them I didn’t want any of her money when she tossed my ass to the curb.I had been on the phone to the professor until almost one in the morning and I.