Patriarchy! Men are disposable.HENRY: Yeah, I know how it is. I guess a guy knows the risks when he gets into one of those pool chairs.MARTIN: You eve...r do that?HENRY: What? Get in once of those chairs?MARTIN: Yeah. You ever do it?HENRY: Fuck no! A guy hands his life to a bunch of random bitches when he gets into one of those chairs. Some of them don’t even give a shit about the guy they’re sitting on. If you’re a girl, there’s no consequences for anything. Sit too long without letting him take. I waited for a second and thought if she calls I’ll only change her dress and kiss every inch of her body, slide down her bra and suck her perky nipples while inserting my finger inside her pussy and fingering her in that trial room itself.She came outside wearing the pink lehenga which was holding her boobs up. It might be because of the padded bra being used in that dress which was making her much voluptuous. I was going mad with her beauty.I thought, “Fuck this world, let me take this sexy. " She stood up, the book dropping to the floor, and faced him. She felt hurt. . . maybe he didn't want her. Then she felt angry . . . he was laughing ather? "You heard me," she said, matching his icy tone. "I want to do to you whatyou do to me. My way." She lifted her chin. Holding her gaze for a long minute, he nodded. "Fine. Do it." She felt herself move outside her body. She was burning with desire and pulsingwith anger. "Stand up," she said. He rose from his chair and faced her. "Move over. Now the fact is, and she knows it, dammit, she can get me pretty riled up. There’s been times when I’ve had a pretty good lump in my pants. Fortunately it’s usually been when I’ve been behind a desk or something and she can’t see, but there have been a few times. Then she just looks down then looks me right in the eyes and gives me that damn smirk. But she never says a word. And I always wonder what she really thinks about giving me a hard-on. She just delights in giving me detailed accounts of.