”Mohsin muskuraya aur Asha ke lips par kiss kar wahan se jaane lag. Asha ne Mohsin ko uske phone lagaya aur boli, “Suno yaar call utha lo aur call...cut nahi honi chahiye, mujhe sab sunna hai.”Mohsin, “Unki baat sunkar to tum pakka mana kar dogi.”Asha, “Mujhe pata hai ki aadmi mere peeth peeche mujhe kya kya bol sakte hain, mujhe usse fark nahi padta. Bas woh mere saamne kaise peish aayenge uspar hi main decide karungi, tum jyada mat socho.”Mohsin ne call pick kiya pocket mein rakhaaur unke kamre. She stared at the screen, the words all began to blend and swim. She tried to think and began to type but nothing appeared. She back spaced to erase the jumble of letters her uncontrolled fingers had typed and stared once again. She read the last paragraph again to try to get some ideas but it didn't register so she read it again and still, nothing but the sweet, fresh smell of Calvin Klein. She swivelled her eyes upwards so discretely and looked at the young woman's knees pressed tightly. The wooden parts eventually rotted, but the stone stood. About thirty years ago my cousin's family rebuilt it. When we were kids we used to come up here and camp and pretend all sorts of things - Scots warlords, pirates, knights, and so on. Later we just used it as a great place to spend the night. Let's put the packs inside and I'll show you the view."Still slightly dazed Ellen followed Bob through the heavy wood door into a single large room with timber beams in the ceiling. The room. “Oh god!” he managed, and released himself and rolled over onto his belly instantly. I could already see the flush of shame spreading. “No!” he said miserably. “Shh, shut the fuck up, Kevin!” I said urgently, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind me. “You’ll wake Art!” “Uh, oh god Mrs. K, I’m so s-sorry!” he stammered. “Shhh,” I said, leaning over him and pressing my finger against his lips. I wondered if my dangling breasts would entice him. I suspected they would. I am.