Kuch der mein woh sab maine chat ke saaf kiya. Ab Anil ne camera wala ko pass bulaya aur mere face ke samne roka. Fir mujhe se gande gande sawal pooch...e laga.“Bata raand itne sare logo ka muth ek saath pike maza aaya tujhe?”“Ha bohut aaya.”“Bata sabko ki tu kya hai meri aur main tere saath kya karta hoon.”“Main Anil ki personal rand hoon. Woh mujhe jaise chahe jaha chahe aur jab chahe waha chod ta hai. Uske dost bhi mujhe chodte hai. Woh mujhe apni kutiya bana ke rakh te hai.”“Tujhe sabse jada. I remembered the first time we had kissed, as we stood in my old dorm room, standing behind her, my hands gliding up to her chest, and when she had not instantly rebuffed me, kissing the top of her head, and soon kissing her lips as my hands balanced the gentle weight of each breast. I recalled being in the campus library together, suddenly backing her into one of the many stacks of books and briefly fondling her chest as I kissed her, just to say that I had done it. I thought of the many times. Going passive for him, then making you watch me when we could have stopped it, that was unforgivable. I was stupid.”“I could quibble with what you said about your fault, you were there because of me. Neither of us is to blame for his existence. ‘My watching’ is a longer discussion and I am not sure where it leads, except we are not ready for it. As for divorce, infidelity is usually fatal to a marriage because it involves a breech of trust, and we both understand that did not happen here. We. Sure, people say that all the time, but I really mean it. For one, I go to a private Catholic school. . . and I'm atheist. And we have to wear these awful uniforms- hideous pleated skirts that go all the way down to our knees (but that doesn't stop certain girls from rolling up the waistband until their underwear- or lack thereof- is showing) and we all have to wear white button-down shirts and plaid ties, even the girls. And, to go along with our skirts, girls have to wear knee-high white.