They were absolutely stunning, especially with the dim neon lights cascading on them.*Fast-forwarding the story (things happened in here but it’s la...e)*We managed to strike a conversation. Of the two, the slimmer one in the salwar was with me. We had a nice conversation over several cups of coffee at a temporary road-side eatery. Her eyes ogled at me and so was mine ogling at her. Mutually, we both knew what was cooking between us.As our comfort seeped in, our ogling turned into direct eye. “God of Marriage, Love, and Fidelity, let her heart's beat overcome that which has obscured her memory.”“Let Love reunite these lovers in your name, Luben,” they said together. Lights flared white and black, dancing, entwining about their bodies and flowing down into my flesh. I shivered, my hands both clenching as a wondrous beauty settled into me. Something pure, at once both simple as the petals of a rose and as profound as the awe its petals stirred in the heart and imagination of the. He loved that moment, the second before pleasure spurted when tension was at it’s most tightly strung. He smoothed the wrinkles from his groping with a firm hand, creases were terrible in this soft wool. He liked fine things, like the feel of silk and satin, Egyptian cotton, fine French wines, symphonies and good food. He drove expensive cars, and he had personal staff members to satisfy his every personal need. He had a good life, even if he had to deal with his cold-hearted bitch of a wife to. She offered me five cents a minute to talk with her. Might not seem much, but hell, twenty minutes is a buck. The homeless shelter people expect me to answer questions for free. Remember how I said I sometimes go to a lot of effort to do nothing? Well this was no exception. I went ahead and dreamt up a convoluted sob story that kind of made my brain tired. Turned out all she wanted was my true feelings about my situation.She took me home for a real meal. She had a car, but ordered an Uber.