“Tell me. Don’t be coy.”“We didn’t … you know … do it.” She cringed to have uttered such a childish euphemism. The phrase ‘have sex�...� had died in her throat. She tried to compensate for her nervousness with a mischievous flourish. “Let’s just say I made him a very happy boy before he left that bathroom. And let’s hope Kimber didn’t need the use of him too soon after.” She giggled, and Gavin laughed with her, a warm laugh of collusion that seemed to accept her as a grown-up.“I trust no evidence. And if I knew it, she knew it.“Does this feel good?” she asked.“Mm hmm,” I think I said. I felt more liquidy thantalkative.“Let me know what else would feel good for you,Ashley.”Jeez, I really wanted her to make all the moves here.I didn’t want to embarrass her or myself by asking forthe wrong thing.“I love how you’re rubbing me,” I mumbled ambiguously.She straddled my knees. On her next trip up with herhands, they didn’t stop at. Vera was her best friend.She had my full attention, okay, what is so goddamn urgent that you have to stoop so low to ask me do to it?Lanni looked up at me you gotta swear and promise you won’t never tell no one what I’m gonna ask you even if you don’t help me. If i hear one word about this I’ll slice your scrotum open and watch your nuts fall to the floor. You say it.What the fuck do you want?No, dickhead, you swear even before i say anything more.My interest was running full, i wanted to hear. My story starts now. Back in my native my position at Mumbai was the talk of the village and every Tom & Dick staying there wanted to share my success ( It is very common in UP villages to feel proud of your people in Mumbai and they come calling to Mumbai in search of jobs). On one Sunday afternoon, with my casuals on I was just relaxing when the door bell rang . When I opened it , to my utter surprise Deendayal ( my childhood friend from the village )was standing with a beautiful lady along.