Mattar-Paneer and roti would be hurried into the stomach during the last five minutes of the break.Sahid waits until Pari’s father come to get his d...ughter. He looks like a typical punjabi guy- broad chested, strong wrists. Sahid in his mind could never summon the courage to ask for his daughter’s hand. He takes his cycle and soothes himself in the train of thoughts. After finishing the 11th standard he would surely join the gym, be the irresistible hottie and with immense confidence would. I heard Annie and Jill talking excitedly andlaughing as I was led away.We passed many hair styling stations and banks of dryers and manicure andpedicure areas. Then at the back of the salon I saw a wall with a hugemural of a woman in the process of applying her lipstick. In front of thismural was a raised platform, about 15 feet square, with glass walls onthree sides. On each side of this glass walled enclosure were a door intoanother area.As we got closer to the glass structure, I could see. Thanks. Thanks anyway.” Please, please, please go away.“Okay, see ya later, dear.”As Mrs. Smith wandered away, through clenched teeth,between his thrusts, she said to her husband “Please…Open the… window… Let me in… Joke’s over… Ijust… wanna… fuck… Let me in… Please.”He slid all the way into her and stopped, leaned forward,undid the anti-burglar lock and pushed the window up.Abruptly, she slammed backwards. “Are you still hurt?” he asked, the most sincere look on his face.“I’m going to be good as new.” I answered.He walked over to me and pointed at a spot on the bed next to me with his finger.“Can I sit here?” he asked.“Sure you can.” I responded, motioning for his father to let him up.After he got situated on the bed, he reached over and took his hand, wrapped it around my thumb.“Why did that man hurt you like that?’, he asked.“He didn’t do it on purpose buddy, that’s just how the game is.