Mit der anderen Hand fuhr sie unter meine T-Shirt und befahl mit rauer Stimme: «Zieh dich aus!» Auch sie schlüpfte aus ihrem eleganten Rock und zog... ihre Bluse aus. Natürlich – es war nicht anders zu erwarten – trug sie edelste Reizwäsche. Im Gegensatz zu mir zelebrierte sie das Entkleiden regelrecht. Ich, spitz wie Müllers Lumpi, riss das Shirt über meinen Kopf, Hose und Boxershorts, die ja eh schon zur Hälfte runter waren, schleuderte ich mit einem Schlenker in eine Ecke des modernen. Didi boli “dekh sabke needs hote hai. Mere bhi aur tere bhi.”Mein “Aapke bhi?”Didi boli “Tujhe main nun dikti hu?”Mein “Toh aap kya karte ho?” Mein thoda slowly aage badh raha thaDidi “Tujhe nahi pata?” Didi ne gusse se poochaMein “Nahi.” Didi “Ab tu natak band karega?” Didi hamesha bohot zyada frank thi toh mein haar maanke keh diya.“Haan mein jaanta hu.” Didi “Kya?”“wahi ladkiya bhi mutt marti hai.”Didi “Ab aaya na line pe. Jhutt kyu bola?”Mein “Thoda dar gaya tha.”“Mujhse darkne ki koi. I walked over to where I’d stashed the Playboy and the scuzzy briefs. I picked them up and threw them both in the wastebasket. That was better. I figured if I could just take care of one thing a day, I’d have the room clean again in three, maybe four years tops. I undressed and dropped my clothes in a ball on a chair. Then I got back into my sweatpants and a clean T-shirt, having already hung up my lucky Bulls jersey for next time. I do, after all, have some regard for the important things in. When she’d drunk half the glass she dug out her phone and to anyone watching in the wings she appeared to send a text. Two minutes later she sent another, putting the phone down a little too firmly at a quiet point in the music.When the number ended she got up and did her walk. She’d made sure to wear heels that were a little too high, so that every wiggle was emphasised. She could scan the room by looking at the reflections in the glass screens on the way, but her expression was a well.