“I think it may be so but I do not know, I have met none of those you call police,” I say. “I know only that something is not right. I know that...when man tells you to leave car he— it is not what you tell me will happen. And it is not proper that he tells you this, it is not right.”“How? How did you know?”I can find no way to speak this. I cannot say it is this thing or that thing. While I try to think of words I can say she breaks my thought.“Was it the way he smelled?” she asks. “His. Lisa went about her job. Once in a while I'd hear a little bell ring and some of the people would go to Lisa and get their glasses filled or just watch as she peed into a carafe to be added to the punch bowl.After a couple of hours, the Mrs. asked if I needed to empty my bladder, the party was almost over. I told her I'd love to, it's hard walking around for two hours in a constant state of having to pee and not being able to empty. She was carrying a carafe with her and just announced to. I eat dosa and coffee, I paid the bill and coming back, I mam entering the gate, watchman seeing me and smiled, I didn’t look at him. He called me and I went to him,Watchman: why are you wearing girls dress??I thought few sec and told him “I and my sister played a game yesterday, I lost on it. It was a bet”.Watchman: hook… then you must try saree…Me: no. I am going to my room. Bye.I didn’t wait for a second, I moved to lift, I took it and came back to the 2nd floor, hoo no… it was the women. I was happy it was my sperm that had been pumped inside her. I was secretly proud that for once it was the younger brother who was better than his big brother at something.I loved him but I couldn't stop the feeling that washed over me. I was the man with the sperm. Not him. He'd needed me and my sperm to have a baby.I jacked off three times that night and each time as I did it I was wishing I'd delivered the sperm without the middleman..."Hey you. Trick or treat?" Hey you," I answered back as.