She was extremely well mannered. Too well. Everything was amplified, or it struck me, almost like it had been rehearsed. Even her voice and diction we...e over-correct. And she never broke eye contact. Almost like an animal trying to make sure it was not about to be attacked. I began to wonder if she was a psycho case they were trying to place.When I reached the final, open question phase of the interview, I decided to see how much additional information I could accrue. So I asked her where she. I knew exactly where he was gonna take me, as I had been there oh so many times with my various lovers! But I said no, ‘today that is not my destination’ I thought. the station came, a few people got off, the guy stayed on, kept looking at me. I heard someone say “Dekhte thakle pabe naki? jigesh koro rate koto?”(she won’t let you fuck her if you just keep looking, ask her rate) Then laughter. I couldn’t help but chuckle also. The guy seemed decent enough and therefore got flustered and shy! The. The left one raised her eyebrow while the right one slid the form in front of me which I signed and payed the amount for.They instructed me about certain rules I had to follow inside to which i tried listening for sometime but then every thing went blur. I was more interested to get in and see for myself. As soon as I went in I saw a few couples and some singles just walking around the room getting themselves introduced. There was some theme to this party so few people were wearing masks, well. 'Our heroic forces have thrown back the enemy, ' the studiously correct voice of Tokyo Radio asserted.'So many victories, ' I remembered thinking. 'Why are we still fighting? Why isn't our army now marching on the White House?' The answer had been obvious to me for over 2 years now. Nevertheless, the Commander grinned alcoholically at each report of a crushing victory. He drained the last few dregs in the whisky bottle and sighed with satisfaction."Tell me about the Admiral?" the Commander.