’ ‘I didn’t think you’d need office space for that,’ he said scratching his head. ‘I’d think that’s something you’d do out of your h...use.’ ‘Yeah, I know,’ I said with an uncomfortable chuckle. ‘I write custom stories for people who have a difficult time recording a memory and who want it saved to paper or computer disk to read later.’ ‘Oh, yeah? No kidding,’ he said looking from me to my computer and back at me again. ‘So what kind of stories do you write?’ ‘Every story you can imagine. You. Main iti krta hun.Ek young lady geeta jo bahut ameer thi uske saath sex ki ye chuthi kahani hai.Koi bhabhi ya lady mujhe is id pr contact kare…Us raat geeta ke sath khoob maje kiye.Subah usne chay pilayee aur nasta krwaya.Geeta-yaar tyar ho jao.College jana hai. Raj-yaad aaya.College mein junior k paper hain.Isliye 14 din ki chhuti hain.Geeta- fir to aaj maze hi maze hain.Aaj ek naya gift dene wali hun.Dekhte hi rah jaoge.Raj-gift kaisa?Geeta-raat btaya tha na…Chalo khana ka time ho gaya.Hum. Thanks. That’s quite a compliment.”“Would you mind if I reread a passage or two?”“No, I’m honored to hear you say that.”Her words were intoxicating. They were surrounded by other diners on all sides, with waiters passing here and there, the laughter and ordinary conversation and clinking glasses set a sensual mood as she opened the manuscript and found the scene with Roy and Belva in her apartment. Paul watched her blue eyes scanning the pages. Moments later she had churned through the pages. I want that as well.”“Is this going to make everything more difficult?”“I don’t know. I think that depends on you.”“Why just me?”“My feelings haven’t changed.”“Haven’t they?”The precipice collapsed. Gravity rediscovered its will. His chair tumbled into the abyss, smashed to bits on a towering pile of discarded fear. For the first time in so very many years ... all those wasted decades since he’d lost her ... he felt her hand. She was still holding on. Still clinging to a sound, still tasting.