He grimaced again as he realized that was the point.His own body now accounted for, he took in his surroundings. It was a cell; there was no mistaking...it for anything else. Concrete, lightly stained walls, eyelets and rings mounted everywhere, and a sturdy metal door straight out of some bad period prison film. The only other feature was the hanging bare bulb above him, which almost on cue flickered as he watched. A few minutes later it did so again, with an almost comical "tink" sound. Then. ” I thought to myself, if he is as hot as you how can anyone refuse. “Look Mahesh is here, shall we?” putting all my apprehensions aside I agreed and wasn’t disappointed either. “Hi Rahul, and hello there?” “Mahesh meet out friend for the evening.” I gazed at Mahesh’s slender frame and deep green eyes. He wore a pair of slim jeans and fitted T shirt. I replied “Pleasure to meet you, Delhi is full of delightful surprises!” Rahul took out a bunch of keys from his pocket. “I know this great. “Or his eyes. In his mind he had us both undressed in nanoseconds, I bet. I just thought I’d give him something to add to his fantasy.” “He certainly had a good look at your boobs! Mind you, you made sure he couldn’t miss them.” “He always does. It’s his age I expect. I often wonder how many wanks I’ve fuelled!” “Suzi!” Helen was shocked again, more by the use of the word than the concept. “What? I think it’s rather flattering, in a way. I get quite a kick out of it.” Before Helen had a chance. She did what she would do often times on various night of the week, buy a bottle of whiskey, go to the cemetary and drink around the graves of the part of the cemetary that the grounds keeper would call, "that best forgotten" section. Where all the worst murderers, pedophiles, mutilators and rapists, even wiches and devil worshipers were buried. Some of them hung, others shot dead, and even some burnt alive. It was easy to see what attracted her to this part of the cemetary. Many of them were.