I procured a fare card for Lauren, who used it with the aplomb of someone who's done it many times before. Another plus for her claim of having lived ...in this area.We didn't talk much on the way downtown; the car wasn't packed but neither was it private, and I didn't see any value in exploring theories of alternate universes within earshot of others. It wasn't until we had boarded the Amtrak Metroliner bound for New York City and gotten our seats that I felt we could talk a bit. I didn't quite. One of my cousin Lisa was studying at Bangalore… i got admission on the same college as Lisa was studying at second year…I am leaving my home for the first time… i reached Bangalore and joined the hostel. And classes started… At the first Friday evening after my joining i see my cousin Lisa was going out with friend… i asked where she going and she replied she is going for some shopping… She comes back hostel at only Saturday evening… And she said she stays in her friend’s home at night.. I could feel his hand begin stroking my back as I trembled beneath him. The sensation stopped and a new one started. Hot and wet- his tongue traced my most intimate areas, flicking and digging into every crevice and curve. I moaned softly into the pillow beneath me. He nibbled and sucked at my tender flesh until I was panting with need.Then a new colder yet more familiar object pressed against my backside, this time the entrance. The glass plug. A favorite of ours. I tired my best to relax as. They all moved around like kabuki players with a sense of moving to a final destination. The Chinese workers squatted in the dust and ate their food with strange utensils and brought back memories of soldiers and civilians alike pausing to catch a bite to eat in the midst of chaos. I respected that rite of survival and generally imitated the folks around me at such times knowing that eating and sleeping and other natural human needs had to be attended to in the cause of survival and the hope of.