I am ashamed by my behavior and much as a child would be fearful of a parent’s disappointment, I am afraid of yours. My shaking hand presses play on... the player, and I hear the whir of the cd spinning up, then all of my fear melts away as I hear your voice say, “delicious pet”. Some part of my mind recognizes the words and I slowly slip down into oblivion as your voice begins to count the passing sign posts on the river I am floating on in my mind. I struggle to concentrate and follow you as you. Cindi had the attendant help her get oiled and then covered with glitter. She looked great“Wait for the act” our host saidAbout five minutes later two black guys moved past us, they must have been performiong“You’re up” the host saidI think I gulped a little as Cindi pulled me on the stage. The lights came on and there we were, nakedThe crowd gave us a good welcome. Two guys in one stall gave me a good look over but Dinid drew the greatest spectators“Now what” Cindi whispered“Get in a 69” I. Lekin kya karein, hum gareeb aadmi hain. Humri majboori hai!”Avi then planned a surprise for Birju-“Dekho Birju! Tumko ab se kisi bhi cheej ki tension leni ki koi jarurat nahi. Mera phone number rakhlo. Tum jab bolo, mein mere se jitna bane, madat kar dunga. Lekin aaj tumhe gift dene ka bada mann kar raha hai. Bahut torture kiya hai na tumhari memsahab ne tumhe? Chalo aa jao, aa tumhare char chand lag jayenge!”He gave his usual sinister smile and took Birju with him towards the living room.. She was in her 40s around 46 something (not sure of age). She was slim and had maintained herself. She worked in a bank with her only son staying in America. She had short hair and she could resemble Tisca Chopra the Bollywood actress. To my message, I got a reply very late saying, “Do I know you?” And for which I replied, “Maybe not but we can have an introduction if you don’t mind.”She- Well what do you want to talk to me?Me- I just want to know about you? Is that ok for you?She- Of course.