I wanted to touch her, play with her. I wanted to drink from her fountain, savour her flavour, and take her with me to the brink, showing her how much...she meant to me.I put my eye back to the telescope. She was lying on the bed now, legs audaciously wide apart, deliberately playing with her indecent pussy, the angle perfect for my prying eye.It was like she was purposely putting on a show. A show just for me.I smiled to myself. It was almost too obvious.She knew I was watching.This shameless. The Brahmin legends assert that this city is built on the site of the ancient Casi, which, like Mahomet’s tomb, was once suspended between heaven and earth, though the Benares of to-day, which the Orientalists call the Athens of India, stands quite unpoetically on the solid earth, Passepartout caught glimpses of its brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the place, as the train entered it. Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty’s destination, the troops he was rejoining being. "A glass of wine will go down well." She opened the hamper and I saw straight away why it was so heavy. Whilst appearing to be a normal wicker hamper, inside it was fully lined with insulating material. The top had small legs attached so that when opened fully it could act as a table. Very clever! "That's neat." I commented. Eve grinned."You know Aubrey. He has to have the best, even if he never uses it." I wondered if there was an innuendo there. She pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay, handing. They weren’t open all the way, and she had difficulty keeping her head still. I leaned in closer and sniffed. “Molly.” I said disapprovingly.“Fuck off.” she replied defensively. “I get to run my life however I want.”I opened my mouth to say something, something in rebuttal, then realized that it would get me nowhere. Hell, it would have gotten me nowhere with Sober Molly, let alone Drunk Molly. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”Molly didn’t say anything, but just leaned back in her chair.I had to.