By the time I finished, it was one o’clock. I lazily got some bread and turned on the television and waited for Brad to come home. I didn’t have t... wait long. After fifteen minutes that doorbell rang and I flew to open it. Brad was in his usual t-shirt, board shorts, flip flops look. He was holding a fairly large cardboard box and I assumed that it was heavy. He gave me a tight bear hug and carried the box upstairs. Moments later, he came back down with a sheet of paper and a pen. ‘Read and. It's like playing with imaginary shit. The stuff stinks in a figurative sense and it sticks to your psychic hands.I didn't know there was the Hindu who was the temple priest not far from my bungalow. I learned about him when my maidservants, Meenachi and Vimala, told me that the priest was making enquiries about me, who I was and what I did for a living. According to Meenachi, he practised black magic and the Hindu community for miles around feared him and paid him tribute in cash or kind. He. First the panties, trying to do this in the right order, as thoughthere was mandated method for women to dress - a drill like we have fornearly everything in the Army. Panties so light I can hardly feel them,like my hands are too moulded to the trucks, fuel and equipment of mywork that my senses can't reset to gossamer lingerie. Like kisses up mylegs, stretch the lace waistband over my hips, such as they are. Irealise I'm holding my breath and let it go with a long sigh. I'mwearing a woman's. Goldberg is the savant. Yes, they were flirting with you like crazy at that party after Thanksgiving, Mr. Bill.’ ‘Oi. Why were they flirting with me? What did I do?’ ‘You were with me. You’re such a virgin.’ ‘Figuratively?’ he asked. I nodded, and smiled. ‘Four?’ ‘You had to be there. ‘I was a celebrity with the librarians. I started reading at home on my own at around three, real books, but soon I needed more to read. ‘So we’d go to the library and I’d bring the books up to the desk, barely.