It wasn’t anger or rage – perhaps concern. ‘Not at all. I’m just sleepy. What do you want?’ She was silent for a long time, then spoke, agai... with that voice that barely carried to my speaker. ‘I saw your name listed and suddenly I wanted to talk to you. It was a crazy impulsive thing, but here I am. I have a question. What did you imagine today?’ ‘Desert worlds. They’re hard to build and I get exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping well.’ ‘What’s the name of your story?’ ‘Story? I don’t. Main unka pura muth peene ke baad neeche baitha uar unka lund aur gote chaat ke saaf kar diya.Phir uncle mere bagal me mujhe apne seene se laga ke let gye. Humlog ek dusre ki bahon me lete hue they ki papa ka phone aay aur wo bole 5 min me wo pohonch rhe to hum sab theek kar de. Phir main utha uar mummy ka saara saman jaisa tha waise hi rakh diya. Wapas aaya to dekha uncle ne bhi apne kapde pehen liye they. Mujhe bura laga uncle ko nange dekhna mujhe bohot pasand hai. Phir maine bhi apne kapde. She stops looks at me and starts laughing, Ican see tears in her eyes because she is laughing so hard! She then betweengasps of laughter asks me if I've lost my dolly. Before jogging away.After the woman jogs away I try picking up my pace but between the heels andthe bouncing of the skirt I'm scared to go too fast. As I near the main gateI drop the purse and bend to pick it up I see a woman walking in with alittle girl who spots me bent over and says to her mom, look mommy thatlittle girl is. But then she was glad. I'll have my chance with the apartment empty. When I'm done with you, Tim, you're going to walk funny for a couple of days!Charlene returned to the bathroom, shut off the water, stripped off the rest of her clothes and slipped into the steaming tub. The water felt good on her body, raised goose pimples all over and caused her nipples to harden to little spikes. She grasped them between thumbs and forefingers, squeezing the turgid, blood-filled spikes and rolling them..