” I looked at her in disbelief and sat in one of the beanbag chairs. “After I told Jaya that Jayesh and I had gone all the way, Jaya kept asking m... questions about it. Like what did he do? What did I do? Did it hurt? How if felt. Things like that. I told her that it felt really wonderful when he put it inside of me. It felt better than when I do it myself. She had no idea what I was talking about.Finally I just asked her if she ever played with herself down there and made herself feel all. The only relative that we left behind in bombay was neela’s mother, i.e. my mother-in-law, who had been widowed 12 years ago. And she, my friends, is the heroine of this story – salima. Although it’s not considered polite in the indian culture to refer to your parents-in-law by their first names, looking at the extent to which i’ve got close to my mother-in-law by now (as you’re soon going to find out), you’ll agree that the word taboo doesn’t exist in my dictionary anymore.Although i’m. Waiting for the next batch of victims my mind wandered again, back to a much less pleasant time. ———————————— ‘TANGO TWO VICTOR, TANGO TWO VICTOR. THIS IS DUST OFF BRAVO. IT’S A TRAP, WE ARE TAKING FIRE, I SAY AGAIN, WE ARE TAKING FIRE. WE NEED COVER, SEND THE HOGS BACK, WE NEED… The voice of Chief Billings yelling in my headset abruptly quit as I heard the unmistakable sound of bullets hitting the aluminum shell of our Huey. I didn’t have time to look at him, but I saw the grunt medic in front. The pinkwalls, the stuffed animals, the posters... Where the hell was I? Ifelt limp and damp, my mind full of a dull buzzing, lethargy andconfusion were my only two emotions. A deep felling of terror suddenlymet my confusion when it all came back. I had just fucked a dude! Ihad just fucked a dude and, and... I wanted to believe that everythingI remembered was part of some horrible nightmare, but judging by thesoreness below my gut, the tenderness of my chest and the taste oflipstick, it was.