”Alexis was a lesbian. I met her through my friend and land-lady Karen. We became fast friends and eventually best friends. Sometimes, we bickered l...ke an old married couple though. This was one of those times.“Why does it matter to you so much anyway? Do I ever bug the shit out of you about which chick you have the hots for?”“Have the hots for? What is this, the 50’s? Are we gonna go to a drive-in and get a drink from the soda jerk? You’re so lame dude.” She laughed.As I drove back to work,. I don't want to miss the presentation like last time." We'd had a scheduling conflict with Noah and I'd missed part of what turned out to be a very dull sales pitch. She glared at me but I grinned back. "It's not polite to call your boss rude names." I didn't say a word." She went back to her paperwork while biting back a grin of her own. "And you can't fire me for thinking."We got back to the condo in time for dinner. The group was already there. I could hear one of my classmates chatting away. Par mare jevan mai asle mode ek din aaya, hamare ghar se kuch dure par mare chacha ka ghar tha mai eksar unke ghar kafi time paas keya karta tha unki ek ladki or ek ladka tha ritu or sonu jo mujhe behut pyar karte thhe, ritu ke age 20 saal the or sonu ke 18 saal,dono mai bhi behut pyar tha,Ek din mare ghar mai daal bani thi to mai khana khane k leye chacha kk ghar chela geya mai kabhi dopher k weqt weha nahi jata tha , jab mai weha pehuca to chacha chachi so rahe the,maine khana khud leya or. “Take your time.”That look, austere, she did not need my concern or permission. I conceded instantly and broke eye contact.“At the weekend, we shared the stories of our phone calls, Gare Du Nord, and our rendezvous’.”“Yes.”“And how we were attracted to each other?”“Yes.”She clutched the handkerchief tight, “We did not talk about the flat-warming party.”Crestfallen, I met her eyes again and shook my head, “No, we did not.”“And there is a reason for this, oui?”“Yes.”I expected recrimination, a.