The discussion of his departure was not new, hehad spoken with me first before he made any decisions, and I `approved' allof them, in his words. I did...n't think that I had the right to approveanything in his life. Clarke was my hero. I needed his approval, not theother way around.He bent down and kissed the top of my head, the only person I ever allowedto mess up my hair. He lingered there. I imagined his eyes were closed, ashe rested his forehead on my head. A flash ran through my mind, of. I was sure that it wasn’t the first time they had donethat, because the dog knew precisely what to do next.He reared up and mounted her, hunching forward untilhis thick, red meat touched her pussy, and then heproceeded to drill his meat into her wet, waitingpussy-hole. She made a lot more noise from being dog-fucked than she did being licked, moaning and groaning,bucking back at the fucking dog. I saw the dog’s onion come out of the sheath, and shereally wailed when it went into her. It was a young girl on the other side:K: Hello.Girl: Hello, Shabnam aihe ka? (In Marathi) (Can I speak to Shabnam?)K: Shabnam tar nahi aihe, pan tu majhya sobat bolu shakte. (This is not Shabnam, but still, you can talk to me.)Girl: (Giggles) Mag ha konacha number aihe? (Then, whose number is this?)K: At least Shabnam cha tar nahi aihe. (Not Shabnam’s Number)Listening to this she disconnected the call. To which I said in my mind – Nice girl, and hung up. A sudden thought came to mind “Anyway I. ’ There was a long silence before Caden even realized it was her time to speak. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m still waiting for lightning to strike or for me to have a massive stroke or something–are you serious?’ Jacques slapped her knee playfully. ‘Of course I’m serious. I don’t joke when it comes to my gallery.’ C.K. opened her mouth to speak but was cut off. ‘And I know you previously lived in the Big Apple and you didn’t like it, but I promise I will make it worth your while.’ Cady meant to.