At least it saved him the embarrassment of vomiting the very expensive Sushi he'd had for lunch over his very expensive Hamilton shirt. His stomach ch...rned like a washing machine full of crack whore's panties. Any sudden movement and he'd be adding his own bit of colour to the dusty grey floor.He raised his head.Slowly.Uh. His skull felt like it had been blown up to beach ball size and pumped full of raw sewage. It hurt like a bastard.There were two men standing on either side of the door.. Raat ke 8 baje doorbell baji, maine jaise hi darwaza khola to ek gora chitta handsome aadmi khada hua muskura rha tha, hum dono ek doosre ko dekh rhe the , meri to dhadkane kuch der k liye tham gayi, tabhi mer pati ne humara parichay karwaya.P: Neetu ye hai Zafar Z: Namste Neetu ji (smile karte huye)N: Namaste! ( Smile karte huye)Tabhi sharmate huye jab meri nazar neeche gayi to main uski pant mein kuch ubhaar mehsoos kiya. Hum andar agaye aur wo sofe pr baith gaye. Main kitchen mein gayi aur. Lynn and I thoroughly enjoyed our first class, though perhaps not for the same reasons. The rest of the week, I could not get Jill out of my mind. I sat at work thinking about the girl who mysteriously came alive on the dance floor. Sitting there, I was truly looking forward to my next dance class. As time went on and our dance lessons progressed, we gradually got to the Latin dances. I was admittedly looking forward to the Rumba, or Argentine Rumba as our Argentine instructors so properly. I was slightly mollified to see a flicker of fear in his eyes. Perhaps, with careful handling, he could be trained and transformed into a decent young man. Perhaps. It was surely my duty to try. That night I came home to find he'd made at least some effort to wash up and tidy after himself, however shambolic. But I was hardly likely to forgive and forget, just because he was starting to behave as a guest should. "Stand up, Martin! Face your Auntie." He stood before me, hands clasped behind his.