. Main bhi aa aah aaaaaaaahhhh aur zor se…. Aaaaaaaahhhh ki awaazein nikalne lagi.Aur ek baar jhad gayi. Woh hasa aur bola abhi bhi bolegi mujhe gan...du? Ruk tujhe batata hu. Usne mujhe god mein uthaya aur couch pe pathak diya aur meri bagal mein aa ke let gaya. Aur kas kas ke meri chuchiyo ko choose laga dobara.Main bhi uska lauda apne hath mein le kar zor zor se dabane lagi. Ab bardash nahi ho raha bas meri chut ki pyaas bujha de, na jane kab se bhooki hai. Mere aisa kehte hi usne ek jhatke. I frowned, confused."What do you mean?" We could never, ... I could never hold you back from finding a true love." She admitted. "You are my true love." I insisted."No sweetie." She continued earnestly. "Besides "US" being so wrong, I'm too old for you, I've lived my life, you need someone your own age."What followed was a long argument, gentle, quiet, but an argument nonetheless, over how she was not too old, had not yet lived a full life, and was perfect for me."I'm just not sure,..." she. I’d expected that eating would feature somewhere in my date with Griff too, though admittedly, the venue was going to be rather grander than the burger bar I’d been expecting. ‘So,’ I began, confident that Eve would be better at making small talk than I was. Only she wasn’t. I cast around for a suitable topic, growing more frantic with every passing second. ‘Er…’ Come on, Eve — say something interesting! ‘Hasn’t it been hot lately?’ Oh dear God. The good old British stand-by… If Adam had. The cool fabric tingles her skin and she feels oddly free. With the black embroidered hood slipped on, leaving only a narrow slit for her eyes, Matilda feels hidden and native.Her practiced hand rubs between her legs. She wonders whether Muslim women are naked under their burka and might they do what she is doing with no one knowing.A reflection of two men, one older and bald the other younger, appears in the mirror, framed in a nearby window at the back. How long have they been there?With her.