“Not a good idea to be driving” I said to her. “How the fookin’ hell will I get home then?” “I’ll take you... Wait here while I park my van in the street.” When I got back she had succeeded in unlocking and was now in the passenger seat of the MG. I squeezed in behind the wheel and fired it up. Like most British cars of the sixties it was pretty agricultural to drive and the suspension was as hard as rocks, but it had a satisfying rasp. ’ ‘Oh,’ she said with disappointment. ‘Are you Amelia?’ ‘Yes, has he said anything about me?’ ‘No. I have overheard some of his calls to you. If it will make you feel better he seemed very disappointed he would not be seeing you tonight.’ ‘Thanks. It does help.’ I nodded, walked up the steps and knocked on the door. I was stunned when it opened, Mrs. Sullivan looked amazing. Her dark emerald green gown was form fitting and she had a great form. Her hair was in a bun and her make-up was. Your Saju uncle’s fantasy was stuffing that bottles in my ass. Sometimes he put his hand deep inside my ass. Like that don’t you have any fantasy? Some different position or having me in some different places?”I was listening her but mind was stuck in ‘Saju uncle put his hand deep inside her ass’. “Robiii, what are you thinking?” “I was thinking about Saju uncle’s fantasy.” “I asked about yours you idiot.” She her eye brows went down. “That I tell you latter. Now tell me he really putting his. "John Smith," I said."You need to go home for lunch today," said a muffled female voice and then the phone went silent.I wrote it off as one of the guys at the plant who worked for me trying to play some kind of joke on me. They were always doing things like that. They'd tell me to go down onto the production floor because there was a problem. I'd go down there and when I got back my chair would be missing or something stupid like that. They really got me once when I went out to lunch and when.