’ Van, very few people know me by my middle name. Very few. ‘McGregor, is that you,’ I ask. She laughs again, it is a laugh that you can only he...r in people who have smoke thousands of cigarettes over a life time, but here it is beautiful. ‘You asked me to be here when you arrived, so here I am,’ simply stated from a woman I deeply respected even though she was my secretary when she was alive. ‘McGregor where in the hell is here,’ I boldly ask her than thought, ‘oh shit’ am I going be hit with. She was giving him his 18th birthday present. From the moment he woke an hour ago she was torturing him. He had awoken on the wall instead of the bed where he normally was. He knew his mistress wasn’t strong enough to lift him by her self. Now that he had a moment to think he tried to figure out who else was here. Her boyfriend was on a work trip and he had told him to enjoy his birthday however he wanted. Of course her boyfriend knew he was her life sex slave but she did not play with him. They owned a big mansion where anybody will get lost if they are going there for the first time. This family had great respect in the society as well as in the town. They had three sons, and the youngest son Subham was a year elder than me. He studied in the same school I was in and was my senior.We used to play cricket in the evening, after that we spent some time on the field. Surprisingly, Subham’s elder brothers always used to fight with him during the match and he was always left alone.I. She replied that she had hoped we might meet, she wanted to show me some of the ship that had yet to be completed and to see what I thought of her design ideas. ‘Why me?’ ‘Because I admire your work. Most so-called design reporters are fluffy, gushing morons. You write with knowledge and constructive criticism. You are, so I have heard, a lesbian?’ The juxtaposition of the flattery and the impertinent statement threw me momentarily. Flattery works for a journalist just as much as anyone else.