"Knows what we do... together. I've told her you're very gentle, and loving." You have? Loving? Me?" Yes, I told her that you'd never hurt me. Not lik... that Husband of mine, who..." Yes, yes. So I'm a pussy cat in the sack. Just what did you tell her?" Everything," she grinned, "about what we do and the way you look. How I feel when you touch me. And how I wish you were my husband rather than..." I see. You'd really not want me for a husband, I'm a very poor bargain." So you say. Anyway, she. He also told her to have faith in him; he made her to understand that he will not harm her. But you should speak something. He said it pains to see a person in such a situation. God cannot be so cruel to any living person and make him wander like that. You being woman, it pains more to me, as I am feeling unable to help you.Everything was in vain. She was speaking something but it was not understood. Prakash thought to leave her on her fate and her decision. Gave her few rupees and started. "Don't let me stop you," I said."Well Jack," she took a sip of the delicious champagne. "Connie and I were thinking that... well... um... you see Jack, Connie, she's a... she's a poet, and... well... and I can play drums and bass and guitar... so I was thinking we could do some performance. You got the stage and everything... and you said you wanted to get some feedback... some thoughts on improvements... so... maybe with a sound system and some lights and maybe an effect or two we could do. We spent the afternoon chatting and getting to know each other better. A couple of times we were caught kissing when customers came in. Apart from one woman who muttered that we were disgusting and walked back out most people seemed to either try to ignore it or smiled warmly at us. I was continually surprised at how natural it felt, there was no embarrassment, no feeling that I was doing something wrong. I suppose after the things I had to do as a “working girl” anything real would have felt.