Violet’s was to escape into acting, to have expectations of no-one and nothing.As a combination, it was explosive. A recipe for doom. Yet I couldn�...�t give her up. And I couldn’t stop wanting her.I desired to be the best thing possible for Vi. I even dared to think that I might be. But I didn’t know that she would accept that after our time in this house was over. And I was caught on that not knowing.Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the tiny, tremulous knock at my bedroom door.“Vi?”The door. She was in my class.“You think she is pretty?” Regina looked at me.“Yeah she is,” I replied. In her adolescence Maria had been a skinny shy kid with big glasses that gave her an owl look. I had noticed the in past year she had started to grow up nicely. She had long black hair that she often wore in a pony tail. I knew a friend of mine had asked her to go to a movie. She told him she had to work at the restaurant every night. Thinking about it I realized she had never dated anybody. I wondered. In the newspaper, there was a saree show and exhibition at Gandhinagar.Gandhinagar was bit far although I thought of visiting. When I went to Manohar house to give breakfast, he was also reading the newspaper and the same advertisement. He said that he wants to buy a saree for Neelima and if I can help to select. I thought for a while and agreed to go in the evening.That afternoon Mannu was invited by some of his friends for lunch and I didn’t prepare. After lunch, I slept. By 5 I got up to be. Sandra and Carla found me nibbling and joined me. “I think the Wolf-Man is Mr. Hoskins,” said Carla. “Why?” I asked. “He just fucked me in the conference room,” Carla said, proudly. I choked on my drink as Sandra said, “Impossible.” “It’s impossible I got fucked in the conference room by Mr. Hoskins?” asked Carla. “Not the fucked part, the Mr. Hoskins part,” said Sandra. “He fucked me in the copy room and was wearing the Frankenstein costume.” I began to bite my lower lip. Who did I fuck then?.