Breaking the embrace first, he gently stepped back. ‘It’s really good to see you,’ he said. The smile was still there, but softer. Bit of a sens...al look there, a wicked part of my mind said. I told that part of my mind to shut up for the moment. His tenor voice held a bit of roughness from what he had told me was a recently-quit 15-year addiction to cigarettes. That’s a voice I could wake up to, that same wicked part of me chimed up, refusing to be tamed. Ignoring it, I said to Pat: ‘It’s. If I do something wrong please teach me. I have seen a lot of porn movies but its so much better in real.”She continued kissing me and asked me to press her boobs harder and said “This is called foreplay. You must arouse a woman before having sex with her.”“Mmmmmm” I replied “Lead on Aunty, I am all yours.”Still kissing me deeply, she said “Now unbutton my blouse first and then my bra”I did as she told and was about to remove my lips from hers when she said “Don’t stop kissing. I love the way. I asked her that, “am I not allowed to talk to other girls and why can’t I give a lift to my colleague?”I was sensing some jealousy in her but then why?This question was confusing me.Then, she told me that listen, Rohan, I can’t see any girl around you or with you.I was surprised by her words.She was calling her big bro by his name and what she saying about other girls.I told her that listen Manvi, speak frankly what you want to say.Then, after what she said, made my day.She said look Rohan I. She was scared. Desperately, mortally scared. She asked herself the same question she was going to ask Fran: if she wanted to escape?Only she didn't know. She couldn't make the decision now. And, when the time came, what decision would she make?Renee collapsed on the bed and the sweat beaded on her body despite the chill in the room. It's the heroin, she told herself. It's the desire for heroin that's making me sweat.But she lied to herself, and she knew it. It was fear--fear that she wouldn't.