I used to go to my friends house to study for exams! He was kind off a topper and used to have all the required notes and material to study from! When...ver exams used to come I used to go and study at his place!There was a women in the opposite building, in the balcony, her name was Nisha (heard when somebody called her inside in her home). She was newly married (I got to know all this after I spoke with her) her husband used to be in Mumbai, he used to come on weekends and goes on Monday back. As he hobbled into the office and to the reception desk he was greeted by a lovely secretary who registered him. She said ? Dr. Smith had an emergency but his colleague, Dr. Evyl, will gladly see you?. Well that made him a little uncomfortable considering the nature of the pain?but what could he do. he was told to sit and wait until his name was called. he was left there to wait a full 40min with magazine issues dating back to 1985.Finally he was called into an examining room. As he walked in. The shopkeeper nodded and without a word reached under the counter and retrieved a box. He opened the box and placed it on the counter for the boy to see. Inside of it was a compass that was made entirely out of gold it had been well taken care of over the years. With it came a note, and the shopkeeper retrieved the compass and the note and handed them to the boy. ‘You will understand all that shall happen someday, the shopkeeper said. Some how the boy knew that he would never forget those. The air was filled with noise, the music from the clubs, the laughter from the girls, and the shuffle of busy footsteps of the passersby. It was a typical night in a bright city I hated. The rotten, stinking city I inhabited, day in and day out, the city that chewed me up and spit me back out again. I stared out the windshield of my car, watching the circus of laughter and light while some doll was going to town on my cock. I took a long drag from my cigarette and closed my eyes. The doll’s.