While Eddie, Wes, and Salina munched on donuts and coffee, May and Mike were sitting uneasily over breakfast at the Downtown Grill in County Seat.May:...Do we need to talk about last night. Because if we do, let's do it now and never speak of it again.Mike (Smiling): I don't need to talk. I'm fine with how our first date went.Mike actually laughed confidently which bothered May immensely. She just didn't know how to respond so she shook her head and looked at him sarcastically.May: Tell me again. Here begins the real story.Bindu and I had the lunch prepared and kept by her mom. She took the tablet and she was sleeping in her room above. I too locked the door and decided to take a nap. It was about 4 pm when I was woken by a tapping on my shoulder. It was Bindu“What happened Bindu? Everything OK?”“Yes Sarfaraz I’m feeling much better now but only one help. My leg has started paining.”“Should I call up Sid or take you back to the doc?”“No no not that serious. Only some slight massage. That is to say he felt really bad, fucking, nasty, vicious and voracious. He had no concern for anyone or anything except satiating his extraordinary capacity for sex. Of course there was one exception, and he casually glanced upwards to see if she was watching. This muse, this priestess, this human goddess, was so extraordinary he hardly dared to think rationally about her. His carefully disguised searching of the upper stories revealed nothing obvious. Perhaps she was already absent on. I made the decision then that I would avoid all eye contact with him for the rest of the night – I couldn’t handle the embarrassment and shame of knowing my thoughts. The next performance did not involve Corbin. Despite my best efforts, I was finding myself bored with the other performers – I only wanted Corbin. Compensating for this lack of Corbin, I let myself slip back into my own imagination, where there was one VIP invite, sealed with a kiss, for Corbin to join me there. Ironically, “in my.