" I know. And at first, when Mom started talking about this, I thoughtmaybe you'd just stay here alone. Or maybe I'd even find some excuse tostay here... with you. Truth be told, I never liked Tom much. Or Richard, forthat matter, though I like Tom less. But it's not going to be that simple."Mom told Tom about you. Well, she told him SOMETHING, a made-up storyabout you. She said that you're a distant cousin from Dad's side, and thatyou came to live with us recently because your parents died in. Before I rang the bell she opened the door and told me to come inside and bolted the door. She told me she was waiting for me for past 30 minutes. I said sorry aunty for my late my bike got puncture on the way. She then said OK wait for 10 min and went inside her bedroom. After few minutes she told me to come inside the bedroom. I was excited to see that they have a big window in the size of wall in which we can see the garden and also the street but no one can see what’s happening inside as it. What I had been told about New York sleeping only between three and four in the morning was apparently true; the city seemed deserted. I wanted to start a run but thought better of it, having heard too many stories about midnight muggings on empty streets. I saw an all-night deli open near 86th Street and walked there and bought a pack of cigarettes and a coffee. Then I went back to Martha's apartment.Now I wished I'd borrowed one of Ronnie's astrology books. I wanted answers. Answers. What I. She had that stillness I had noticed in the pub, her hand was there at her core but did not move. ‘Do as I do.’ From that moment I copied her actions almost exactly. Her left hand cupped her breast and she rolled her nipple between two fingers. As if looking in a mirror, I could see her puling her nipple slightly, squeezing it. Her right hand curled and her fingers spread her lips, opening her to my gaze. She stroked herself slowly, cautiously almost, a finger just rubbing between her lips. Her.