Kabhi Kabhi uski harkate toh mujhe kaafi achi lagti thi, par na jaane use me chuttad ke ched se hi jyaada pyaar tha. Garam chut ko chod kar woh neend ...me hamesha mere gaand me unglli daalne ka kosish karta tha, jo mujhe kaafi irritating lagta tha.Kahir us din bhi koi alag nahi tha. Mujhe soya dekh, bhai mere gaand me ungli karne ki koshish me laga hua tha. Nashe me mai neend me so gayi. Kuch dero me zor ka Ouch karke utha. Bhai apne thumb mera gaand me ghusa diya tha. Gusse me maine use ek. Luscious Kayla wrote to me every day, six or seven lovely, handwritten pages each letter. They were full of the everyday around the neighborhood and within the Lehigh family, interspersed with confessions and thoughts so searing they took my breath away. I ached to hold her, to talk to her, and I went to bed every night frustrated beyond imagining.Toward the end of the week I started getting letters from my mom. They were typical Mom Advice letters, admonishing me to make sure I did my laundry. No use in getting riled up. This bird would be back in the cage inside a month.I gave him a couple of printed pages with his contacts, his new job at a car wash and a schedule for his appointments. He crumpled the papers and shoved them contemptuously into his pocket before he left. I shrugged again. I made a mental note to check him out at his work in the next days.The next appointment was waiting already, Samir Haboub, a talented scam artist. His specialty had been to pose as a fugitive from. Your only reply is your lips locking with mine."I like kissing a man," I say and we exit into the real world.We walk to the elevator and you press the button. I miss seeing your red fingernails and inhaling your sweet perfume. The door opens and we enter. I hope we make it to the lobby without stopping, but the car makes a jerking motion and stops on the second floor. The same older gentleman enters and looks at us and smiles."Good morning, gents," he says cheerfully.I pull out my phone but you.