We don’t belong to no man’s nation and surely not to no English bastards. It about broke me heart to run that Brit flag out but when we seen ya, w... thought it might fool ya.”The American officer was almost Ð but not quite Ð without words. “Well, Captain Eldridge, may I ask what’s your cargo?” He stamped a booted foot on the deck and heard the murmuring of voices, men’s voices. “Could you be a slaver? You know what’s illegal, don’t you Captain?”The woman tossed her copper-colored hair. The. I often wonder if he writes about fucking me. Or if it's Bill. Or if it's all those other people they were fucking in London.One of Sam's poems goes:Take, O take that cunt awayThat so sweetly were forsworn;And that arse, that open door, Tunnel that do desire for more.Another goes:O lover mine, who are you fucking?O, stay and feel; your boyfriend coming, That can sing both high and low.I don't know what they mean, but they sound good. And they've got four letter words in them, so they must be. Those four girls are my really good friends now.One day, I was sitting with my friend Shreya and having lunch. Shreya was in her first year, and I was in my third year. We shared a good, healthy senior-junior bond. While having lunch, I saw a beautiful girl entering the classroom where we were having lunch with her group of friends.Later I learned that the girl’s name was Sanjana (name changed). She was working on her laptop with the group. I was stunned looking at her. She was cute and had. " Thank you," they said together and collapsed with laughter."What's so funny about that?" asked Anne."We keep saying the same thing together," they both said and laughed again.Anne looked at them and then laughed too. "Wonderful," she said. "Keep doing it."At this stage Peter walked in. "Another party?" he asked."Yes, darling," said Anne. "These two are just one continuing party." Hmm," said Peter solemnly although his eyes gave him away, "I trust this isn't a frivolous affair."Two sober faces.