His green eyes sparkled and he said, ‘Hey yourself.’ ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked, as though he were a long-lost friend from another par... of the country that I didn’t expect to see anytime soon. He shrugged. ‘Was on my way to a buddy’s house and my car broke down.’ He didn’t look especially upset about it. I tilted my head. ‘Really,’ I said. ‘And where’s your car at?’ ‘Tow truck already came and took it, but it was extra for the ride. I’m waiting for my friend, but he’s already a lot. Yet, for all of the openness in our sexual relationship, Marissa has never used her vibrator to get off if there was even the slightest possibility that I would hear or see her; even though I know she uses it when I’m not around, and she knows that I know. I assumed that it was a part of her sexuality that she wanted to keep from me, that last bit that she couldn’t trust to reveal about herself to me. So it was of no small significance when I came home early from work one day and caught her in. Aida was looking back at her with pain-horror filled eyes feeling very fearful for her unborn child. God! Please let the baby be alright! Please! She said a silent pray. _________________ Apart from the center of the warehouse, which was brightly illuminated with eight standing fluorescent lights, the rest of the area was empty and dark with a musty smell of decay hanging in the air. Alex could only guess the lightings were generated from a powerful portable generator since no electricity ran. When I got back to our table, the smiles across the short distance continued between us as discreetly as possible, but my girlfriend did make a comment that implied she thought someone over there was ‘fancying’ me. She is perceptive that way, like most women. I simply laughed it off: how could a young married Indian woman be interested on an old fart like me? Then, the most astonishing and unpredictable thing happened. My girlfriend does not care for desserts, so I went alone to see what was on.