Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have a clear purpose for being there. He wasn't just killing time uncomfortably waiting for something to...happen. It was already happening whatever it was.June smoothed down her short one of those pencil 50’s style skirt and pulled her thin tight sweater down to make sure it hugged her curves just right. With confident strides, she made her way to the bar. She purposefully made eye contact with the other woman at the bar and let a small smile across. The thought that I was craving the touch of another woman filled me with shame and dread. But I couldn't help myself. I picked up the phone and started dialing her number perhaps two dozen times, always slamming the receiver back down before Charlie's phone had achance to ring. What was I doing? I'd ask myself. Was I really trying to invite a woman, my husband's sister no less, over to my house in the hopes that she would eat my pussy? WAS I a lesbian? Was I?At night, after the children were in. I always thought of getting my mami or my nani or at least my maasi (when she would visit) on bed, but I never really had guts to do anything like that because my nanaji is a very strong personality in that area and both my mamas are into dadagiri as we call it in Bombay. So I used to sleep next to my nani but never dared to do anything foolish. One day me and my mama were out for some work. Later in the evening we decided to have some drinks before returning home. We had several beers and. . they were in trouble. I didn't do anything heroic. I just sat him down and talked to him like an old friend. I gave him some information and he and his wife were able to straighten out their lives. I'm just glad it resulted in me meeting Sugar." My brother told me what had happened and I decided to meet this character before I headed back south. So I walked into O'Brien's one Friday night and ... things just happened."The look that passed between them proved telepathy existed."This was last.