"You go on, we'll follow," I said getting up.Saaima and I had a quick shower together and after dressing, reached cottage no. 20, ten minutes after si...x."Saaima, kyon chudai se pet bhar gaya? (Saaima, have you had your fill of fucking?)" Fazia taunted Saaima."Of course not, I wanted to go on and on but Saheb insisted on coming here," Saaima said smiling sweetly. "We had tea and then strolled in the beautifully gardens of the Hotel. Our walk was cut short by a sudden cloud burst. We took refuge. ’ ‘For trolls?’ I was astonished. ‘They do have a disproportionately high share of lawyers,’ the policeman chimed in. ‘Then just arrest the fucking troll,’ I told him. ‘Well, we could do a troll sweep,’ he said. ‘Oh, great, a troll sweep,’ the boss said. ”Round up the usual suspects,’ eh, Captain Renault?’ By now the officers had decided they would rather speak to me. ‘But we can’t charge anybody,’ the woman said. ‘He didn’t break any laws.’ ‘So what do can we do?’ I asked. ‘You could hire. " There, the cat was out of the bag. I'd written a hot little story once about Sara, her friend, Beth, and me, describing in great detail the fun we all had after I had come home from a night out while they'd been babysitting. Her friend had always seemed more sexual, more outgoing. And I'd hoped they'd both be awesome to fool around with, so I wrote a little story to that affect. "I want to read it." It wasn't a request. Well, I'd gone this far, I might as well let her, I thought, hoping for. Maybe Lawrence had decided to stick to his live-and-let-live attitude. Then it was time to pay the rent foranother month. I had paid my utility bill, phone and cable bill,my cleaning bill for my suits and had managed to buy a fewgroceries then realized my checkbook was going to be fifty-dollars short if I wrote a check for the rent! I wrote a checkout for one hundred dollars less and then managed to raid my"cookie" jar for every spare penny I could find. Luckily, Ifound enough. The rent was due.