They always did when he heard Mozart. Howe flung open the auditorium doors and rushed to an exit as his fingers fumbled in his pocket. A smoke, a ciga...ette would calm him, he thought to himself as he left the hall and stepped into the alley. He placed the last Marlboro to his lips and flicked his Zippo to life. ‘Can I have a light from that?’ an unfamiliar male voice asked. He looked around and saw a face. The man looked out of place for such a high brow affair, clothes and face shabby. . He then sucks my breasts and as soon as I open my legs, he pushes it in. In ten minutes, he ejaculates and then goes off to sleep.”“Tumhe mazaa aata tha?”(Do you enjoy it?)She hesitantly shook her head.“Ab aaraha hai? I asked.(Are you enjoying now?)She nodded but said, “Pata nahin. Sahi hai ya galat. Mujhe dar sa lag raha hai”(I don’t know. Right or wrong. I am a bit scared)I assured her, and kissing her hand, “Darne ki zaroorat nahin. Hum ye sab chup chap karte rahenge. Kisi ko pata bhi nahi. You really should let us help sometimes.”“You guys are great guests; you know we love having you here.” She sipped her coffee. I sipped mine.“We love coming here,” I started, then paused. “Listen,” I began, “last night I-”“If you’re upset, I’m sorry, and it doesn’t have to-”“No, listen, it’s okay, I’m not upset. I just wanted to say that whatever happens, I had fun, and I hope you did-”“You know I did-”“And that when we vote later-”“So, you remember we’re voting,” she grinned, “I thought you. When the picture developed, Jake's jaw dropped open. He had managed to turn himself completely invisible."Ho-lee-Shit!" He muttered, staring at his seemingly empty clothes in the photo. "No way. No way, no how. I must be tripping out of my skull."Of course, he couldn't see the skull that he referred to. That was why the room had seemed brighter to him - the top of his head was providing no shade anymore. There was still the possibility that he was hallucinating, of course, but the photograph.