During the party, I realised my sister was actually eyeing Sathya. She was looking out for him most of the time and was very conscious whenever he was... around her. Sathya himself had a sister, Indu, who was fairly good looking too, though not as good looking as Vasanthi. Sathya visited my house often after that and both my sister and he would chat in a friendly manner. Nothing strange though. I visited Sathya in his house once. His sister Indu was in the living watching television with us. She. I also made some coffee just in case. Once it was made, I put it on a tray and went upstairs. Alexis was awake, but not moving. I said, “Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” She turned to the clock, “Is it really afternoon already?” “Yep,” I replied, reaching the bed. “Sit up! I got the cure for your hangover blues.” “I can’t believe how late we went,” she mumbled, still not fully awake. I put the tray on her lap and asked, “What time did you get home?” “It was after four,” she answered through a yawn.. "That's no guy! That's a beautiful girl! Don't you wanna be her?" She seemed to swallow a lump. "She's--pretty...but it's not really me. It's not. It's n--" Maybe it was wild witless desperation but I grabbed her shoulders and pulled to me and slammed my lips hard against hers, mashing her soft coral-glossed lips and I felt her twist and squirm hard in my hands but I held her tight until her force slackened and her frame fell quiet. I released her as I broke my mouth away and she looked sober. Martin had a large number of Heidi's photos on display and at one point in the evening I overheard a rather interesting conversation between Heidi, Elizabeth and several of the other women guests plus the harpist who had taken a break from her own performance. The exchange went something like:Woman: "Lovely photos, Dear, but we don't see any of you giving the 'ultimate' kiss."Heidi: "What do you mean?"Woman: "Why performing fellatio of course. Among our little group of erotica lovers it is.