‘How are you, Joan? Clovis screeched. ‘You never come into the library any more. It’s been so long since I’ve had a chance to talk with you! C...ome on, you have to tell me what’s been happening in your life!’ The woman took Joan’s arm and started babbling about something. As the librarian talked, Joan felt her eyes beginning to glaze over. She wondered if Clovis had any idea how boring she was. After one of the longest half-hours she’d ever experienced, Joan finally managed to escape from Clovis.. She quietly pushed the door open to the bedroom and a light flashed on. Kay's sister, Janie, sat up in her bed and looked at the younger girl."I know what you've been doing, Sis," Janie said with a grin."Wh... what do you mean?" Kay stammered, suddenly feeling scared."I sneaked out and watched you and Nick for a while from the landing. What do you expect? You were making so much fuckin' noise you're just lucky I was the only one who heard. Jeez!" Janie said, combing her hands through her thick. " I got whipped forty times that day and kissed forty beautifulmale brides.We were than walked over to a different hall. This hall was lighted in anexquisite manner. There were a group of musicians at one corner. The womenseated themselves on the cushions placed on the floors around the room. Wethe brides stood in the center. Prajakta spoke in soft but clearly audibletones. "Now the brides will perform the dance of wedding as they woo us,their husbands to be. The marriage will be consumed here. After a time you are satisfied and push away from the table. I bring you another scotch, and you return to your chair in the living room. I offer you your cigar and at your nod, light it. I am being very quiet, docile, wanting only to give to you. I settle on a cushion at your feet and look up adoringly at you. I am yours, Daddy This is my pleasure, your happiness is what I live for. Relaxing, you talk about your day, sipping your scotch, your hand on my head, stroking absentmindedly. I am.