Ek sham kareeb 8baje jab main kaam se lota to maine dekha ki mere ghar par ramdeen ke sath koi 40saal ki lady bhi thi, ramdeen ne bataya ki ye uski du...r ki sali hai aur uska naam chhamiya hai jo 2din ke liye aai hai. Maine kaha thik hai, tabhi meri nazar unke glass par gai jo ki wo pi rahe the wo desi sharab pi rahe the. Ramdeen ne mujhe sharab pine ko kaha par main desi nahi pita tha to maine kaha tum piyo main rum piyunga pahle naha dho kar fresh ho jata hu. Maine naha kar lungi aur baniyaan. It's Cupid's Arrow, friend. Imagine walking into a room and have every girl suddenly hit with a wave of pure lust, directed right at you."You chuckle derisively. "So every girl I meet will shred her clothes on the spot and jump on my dick, is that it?"Your roommate looks disgusted. "No, of course not. Don't be stupid. It's not a magic sex potion. It just gives you a leg up, makes them more receptive. If it's a girl who hates your guts to begin with, it won't change her mind. If you walk up to. And it hurts us, too.'She thought it strange that the idea of being part of God's 'us' should be so reassuring. She rested her head on her forearms on the table, and drifted off into sleep.Tom, unusually, did not wake until disturbed by noise from the quay; it was past eight. After a quick shower, he walked briskly up High Street to the Crystal Café, where he ordered an enormous cooked breakfast. A large flat-screen T/V on the wall was showing music videos rather than the usual news and his. I wasn’t just lonely. I’d sold one of my paintings to a Dutch museum, somewhat of a breakthrough for me, and I’d wanted to share that with Max. It was more than sex. He listened to me. And he posed for me. The painting I’d sold was of him. It was for a very special museum; it wouldn’t be covered in the press. But I wanted to share news of this sale with Max.I paused out on Margaretenstrasse, just outside the entrance to the bar, and lit up a cigarette. I didn’t smoke much more anymore—just as I.