This is great. DING DONG. Oh fuck! Whos that? Lindsay went to the door and opened it slowly just so she could see who was there and not enough for ...hoever it was to she that she had a huge hard cock right now. Oh hello Ms. McDonnell. How are you? Are you alright? I heard screaming, she asked. Oh ummm. Its hard to explain Ms. McDonnell, Lindsay said, red-faced. Oh I see youre on your period. Do u need a tampon? Ms. McDonnell said. What! Oh yes. Yes thats it. Um, no. I am ok. I have some,. She’d had a dinner with a real guy. She wondered if that’s how “first dates” in the real world worked.It wasn’t how they worked in Hollywood; she knew that. In her frame of reference there would have been dozens of other people in the room, alcohol would have flowed and drugs would have been evident; business would have been discussed. She would make eye contact with someone – married or single, it didn’t matter – and they’d either leave the party together or make arrangements to visit a hotel. She held her left hand over the shoulder of her elder sister. She leaned towards her and whispered something to her. And this frightened me and I distanced myself from her a little and kept gazing the other side. She wore a salwar and with the heavy wind that came in from the window her dupatta (linen wrapped over the shoulder) kept repeatedly falling right in front of my waist. This time as she tried to grab it and put it back on her shoulder she intentionally ran her fingers on my bulge. This. " Positive," he said. "Thanks."They waved goodbye to the kids as they drove off in the minivan. "They'll forget about us as soon as they turn the corner," she said."Good."Except for a generator coughing its incessant death rattle one street over and several houses down, an oppressive cast-iron stillness weighed upon the area. Theirs was the only occupied home on the block, the others having having been abandoned for hotels, friends with electricity or impromptu vacations. A dying western light.