I know I shouldn’t let these people get to me but yet every time I say they won’t they do.’ ‘Can I ask you something?’ ‘Yeah sure Frank. Y...u can ask me whatever you want.’ ‘Do you enjoy writing what you write?’ ‘Yes of course I do.’ ‘That is what counts. What everyone else thinks should not matter as long as it brings you enjoyment.’ ‘Thanks Frank. You really are a friend. You know exactly what to say to get me back on track.’ She sat and listened to the saxophone play for a little while. Then. Parsons was staying at the house. I didn't have to stop thinking about her though, so I did think, and I played with myself while I thought about her. I started wishing the weekend would be over, just so life around there could get back to normal again. There was a different atmosphere in the whole house when Mr. Parsons was home. I didn't think anybody liked him. Only Mr. Chalmers had anything nice to say about him. Bea had told me that I already did sex better than Mr. Parsons did. I wondered. For a second there was complete silence in the room but to break the ice I had to do something quick or the entire plot could be spoiled. I moved towards her a bit. She moved back and the wall stopped her.She – “Sir ye galat hai.”Me – “Aditi kuch galat nahi hai. Jo tum kar rhi thi ye dekh ke (porn dekh ke) woh galat hai. Tum mujhe pasand ho. Agar mai tumhe pasand nahi hu toh bata do.”She – “Aap mujhe pasand ho par….”And before she could complete her sentence I forced myself on her and kissed. I can see the love between her and Gary. She deserves to be happy. After dessert, we relax in front of the fireplace. Cherry is cuddled up in Gary's lap when she surreptitiously catches my eye and scratches her chin. That is my queue to leave. Some pleasantries are exchanged before I'm on my way up to my own little cabin. It's got colder while we’ve been eating dinner and my breath forms clouds in front of my face. The frost-covered ground glitters in the beam of my flashlight, the ice.