“Yeah, by stuff you mean what you really think of me, the both of you,” I said. “But now, after the fact, I’m kinda grateful to you for all of...what the two of you had to say. I was kinda glad because you cleared things up for me; I mean that day.”“No!” she said. “It’s not what we really think. Really!”“You forget. I was there, I heard the tone of voice, the words, the determination, all of it.”She looked to be about to say something, but I held up my hand to short shank her for the moment.“For. “I was practically a widow. God, what a hound.”“You looked sexy in widow’s weeds.”“Women in burkas look sexy to certain types of guys.”“What types?”“Breathing.”Walker: “Woman walks into a bar with a pot pie on her head. Bartender says, ‘Why are you wearing a pot pie on your head?’”Pilar: “It’s a family tradition. We always wear pot pies on our heads on Tuesday.”Walker: “But it’s Wednesday.”Pilar: “Fuck, I must look like a real fool.”Vanessa played hooky from Euforia. On a Saturday night too.. His weight lifted from my body, momentarily freeing my legs.Before I could react, I felt his hands on my hips, turning me over until my back was pressed against the bed sheets. I could feel the cord bound to my wrists. Still blindfolded, I could not see him. Then he was back over me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide. Two muscled thighs were pressed between mine. I gasped at his strength, struggling helplessly against him. He lifted me onto his lap and ran his hands up and down my. I tried hard not to show my grief to them and mingled with them normally. And then my mom said that they have some good news and said that my father was selected by the people of the village as their leader. I forgot everything that happened to me in college hostel and I became happy.Then they said that tomorrow morning there is a public function to announce him as leader in the presence of “Guruji” ( as I said in my previous part in my village there is a guruji who is considered equal to god.