I sat there for a few minutes thinking and the more I thought the more a mental picture came into my head of the woman I had just been speaking too, I... my mind's eye I saw her as being late fifties, buxom and almost matronly in appearance. My mind kept going back to the same sex question and I began to recall how as a sixteen year old; A clearly gay friend of mine had invited me over to look at his model railway layout knowing it was also an interest of mine.He had led me to believe his mother. And he still had to act as if nothing was wrong and be at work tomorrow collecting the next instalment from the unsuspecting couriers that brought the stuff across from the continent or Snake would guess the other partner with Patrick was himself. Buyers for the stuff were waiting, and he was going to be up all night running around going down to Lullingstone and then down to Dover ready for the next Collection. No sleep for the wicked he shrugged to himself. Getting the drugs over past customs. We went to guest house after dinner and its was cool and silent.There was no houses there .we first cleaned the room as it was not used. we carried some flowers and decorated the bed with flowers and perfumed I dressed myself with shorts and t shirt and Afrina came like a new bride she dressed herself in plain saree it was baby pink colored saree and she came with a milk glass and she was very sexy she gave me milk glass I drank half of it she drank remaining and she sat on my lap and I kissed. All it did was put a bunch of strange shit in his head about us being invaded by aliens. He’s got a bunch of other assholes that believe the shit that he’s preaching.”“See that wasn’t difficult - was it? I’ll be leaving now. Someone will eventually come in and release you,” I told them as I prepared to leave.“What about dickhead here?” the woman asked. “He’s bleeding from where you shot him. He could bleed to death by the time someone finds us.” She did have a point, but what to do about it?.