“The grumpy old man’s sons will be here by 10 am.” “Are they hot?” Paige sat up abruptly. “Not sure now but from what I can remember, I ...hink your chances are slim.” Paige collapsed on the floor, completely defeated and moaned, “Damn, if I don’t cum soon I am going to explode.” She was completely serious in her statement but Sydney laughed. “Masturbate, you’ll be fine. The road crews should have the roads cleared by tomorrow.” “It’s not working anymore. I can only survive on my own two. For a moment, I didn't even know where the heck I was and realized that I was in Bangladesh, I could hear the traffic from outside and sounds of rickshaw bells and car horns. The ceiling fan above me gave some cooling effect to the room and as I turned my head towards Sharmin, she was sweeping the floor bent over all the way since the brush like broom they use in Bangladesh which they call (jaru) was very short in length, so she had to bend over all the way to sweep the floor and I watched her. She was in her work clothes: a khaki pantsuit with a white undershirt, some elegant little brown clogs, ID badge. And don't forget the thin black leather collar with a single, heavy-duty metal ring. She pivoted from the door and I noted that the girth of her hips nearly matched width of the door frame. Her knees beat heavy thunks into the floor as she lumbered obediently to my feet. Beautiful. “Can I just go pee first please?” she asked, her eyes on the floor. Anger reared inside of me. . It was like a magic time machine and we had escaped the responsibilities and accountabilities of real life for a moment. As darkness shadowed the campus we walked around the duck pond… and the tone had changed… we walked close beside and she never hesitated when occasional I would steady her walking with a hand to the small of her back. We stopped at the rail and in the coolness of the evening I felt her seek the warmth of my presence. My mind was wheeling… wondering what she meant by her.