His name is Maureen. He is a good business man. He enquired about my studies and he appreciates me. Then he promised me that after studies he will pro...vide me a job with 80000 rupees per month.I am also very happy about it. I thanked him. While talking with me he is staring at my mom 3-4 times. Then he slightly changed the topic. He told me that he like girls and asked my opinion. I smiled s and keep quiet. Then he persuaded me a lot and i agree that i also like girls. Suddenly he point out my. All of my life,” I said back to him.“The other night was the best I have had in at least a year. Move in with me. We can do that every night, if you’d like?”“You won’t bring home whores?” I said.“I deserved that. I really do. I would never bring home a whore, when I have you in my bed. Wait, did that sound as bad as I think it did?”I giggled for the first time in a long time. “We had better get to these dishes Frank.”“Oh, you like role-play, don’t you?” he said flicking some water at me.“Don’t,. I have seen you here before, but the dance was not with you then. Without consideration, I sit again on the rock, now facing into the silent, sun-speckled glade. There is something true about your dance and when I can stand apart no longer, I rise and move toward the center, intent on discovering if our truths match. Without a glance at me, you intercept my path. I raise a hand to get your attention, but you glide past me, then around behind. I stand there, awaiting your return, when suddenly. Only when he was sure the other was not in pursuit did he pull back to a trot. His vision was clouding with the throbbing pain in his arm. He reached the crossroads, turned back towards the village, and at the first spinney dismounted heavily. He tore off the kerchief from around his face and knotted it tightly around his arm just above the cut, then pulled himself with difficulty back onto his horse and rode as fast as he could manage. The journey seemed an endless nightmare. He drifted in.