Bringing food for me and prepping for the wedding. She would flirt with me, tease me.But every time I tried to get physical, she would say, “Not now... bhaiya (brother).” She would laugh gently slapping me and then walk away. I tried to make her call me Rishi but she insisted as she said, “I want to wait until after our marriage, bhaiya.”​Every time I saw her, Disha would let me kiss her lips, taste her tongue, get me excited but wouldn’t let me go all the way. In those times, chachi would come to. Eventually I found myself in what I was later to learn was a ghetto. Being from a small town I knew next to nothing about the world. I went into a store and bought a couple of fuck magazines. Everyone I saw around me was black or latino – which was strange to me because, other than Butch, there were no black people in the town I had spent my life in. After leaving the store I walked a couple of blocks. I spotted a decrepit looking building with a flashing neon sign in front that said ‘Hotel. " I'll be good." I'm not mad. Here, put your arms around my neck so I can carry you upstairs to bed."Ginger put her arms around my neck and I lifted her up with no further protest. I carried her to her room and laid her on the bed. She almost immediately rolled over and fell asleep.I walked to my own room, got ready for bed, and closed my eyes trying to get the image of my sister doing obscene things out of my head. Somehow I finally managed to fall asleep.I woke up feeling soft lips on my. He no longer felt the burn of hunger, but his tongue felt heavy and his eyes dry behind blood-swelled lids. Feeling brave, he moved his fingers, slowly pulling the sheet covering him. Cool air caressed his face. He tried opening his eyes, but only managed to open one—barely. The other was swollen shut. He didn’t know what he expected to see, but stars certainly would not have been one of his guesses. He was in mistress Azana’s space pod—out in space. * Joyce had grown tired of the celery.