“What?” She frowned. “She’s a cook too. I want to do this for my man but unless you want burnt toast...”“I’m sure she’ll teach you,”... I said.“But--” That distressed her more.“Look, all these girls,” I said. I wasn’t picking the best words to calm her down. “All of them. They’re going to make our lives better.”“What do you mean?” she frowned.“Fucking them’s kinky and fun.”“Oh.”“Let me finish,” I brushed her hair back. “But kinky and fun isn’t the only reason to have women in our lives.”“So. The other women would best be described as ?ugly if they were men?. The woman’s name was Doris, and she was staring at the man in the black duster.For much of the afternoon the two stared at each other, sweat dampening their clothes and capturing dust. If the odor of the bar had started out badly this morning it was far worse in the afternoon heat. Finally, despite the sweat and grime, Doris made her move.?What’s your name?? Doris asked the sweaty man in black as she sidled up to his. Mai bola,” kuch nahi”. chachi boli,” jaa naha ke aa breakfast ban gaya hai”. mai bathroom me gaya aur chachi ke baare me sochkar muthhi marne laga phir mai jaldi jaldi naha kar bahar aaya. phir chachi aur maine breakfast kiya. kai baar jab chachi jhukti thi to chachi ke mote mote boobs bahar aane ko tayaar ho jaate the. mai baar mauka dhundhta tha ki chachi jhuke aur mai unke books dekhu.. mai baitha tv dekh raha tha. chachi bhi akar mere saamne sofa pe baith gayi. meri nazar tv pe kam aur. “We tried one last time and she pulled the same stuff, even though we’d talked about it. She cooked for me and everything seemed OK until I said something to her about ice cream on her chin and she barked at me. I told her I was done, read her the Riot Act for being nasty about it, then told her I was going home because she was so immature. She stopped me, and then she told me about her Prom date, and how he’d tried to force himself on her. That attempted rape happened about five years.