“Remember,” Catalina replied, “I am a pussy . . .and I am a tiger.”I laughed.“You laugh,” she replied. “But you must remember that.”So... on the following Thursday, I pulled up to a small wood framed house on Smith Street and walked up the short sidewalk to the front door of a one-story frame house on the east side. I knocked on the door and Catalina appeared behind the screen door. She sported a mid-thigh length t-shirt and sandals. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail.She cracked. "What is your name?" he asked."I can be any name you desire. I can look any way you would like. I am the djinn of the stone in the amulet," she said."If you're like the genie of a lamp, how come you are speaking English?" Mike knew he had her on this one."I speak all languages. Would you rather speak Arabic?"'Hell, ' Mike thought. He just barely passed his language exams for his doctorate, and that was Latin and German. "Uh, no. So I can call you anything. How about Jeannie?" Sure, laugh your. As I was used to Bangalore life, I did not mind it at all.I can see Poonam happier, joyful, and having a gala time. Being madly in love with her, I was happy for her happiness.One evening, Girish came home by 7. We had few drinks, watched TV, kind of party mood. By 9, Poonam asked him to stay back as he had many drinks, and it was raining. As we stayed alone, we did not have any restrictions. But, I was hesitant, confused as we never had a bachelor staying back with us.At about 10 pm, I said,. . Mrs Kemp must have trained him!!No wonder Bengy had performed so well when she’d taken him home! She had fallen for the bait!Bengy must have fucked dozens of girls! That was so gross! The video disc! Oh my God; I must get that video disc before she sells it to that buyer!I quietly made my way from the kitchen while she was till on the phone and found a room that looked like a kind of workshop; a makeshift studio! Yes! and there was a fancy camera on tripod legs!Within a few minutes I knew I.