I see the door knob turn. The door opens.We saw us so many times behind the black screen, we shared lots of intimate games… But it’s different now... This is the first time we’re close, in flesh and blood.He gets close to me, watching me from top to feet.“I like how that string bikini fits you. Especially when you spread your legs”“You... You watched me when I was on the beach, didn’t you?”“Sure I did.. I wanted to shoot some pictures myself, like the ones you sent me many times…”.He stands right. .................................................................Back on board I headed first to check on Mhari, the Medical Centre toldme she was back in her cabin so I got the number and headed over there.She was in bed when I got there her Dad still with her. The x-ray hadshown some bruising and minor damage to a knee ligament but nothing thatwould not heal after some rest. Her holiday though other than movingabout on a pair of crutches was more or less over. It was hard to reallytalk with. I had noticed the last time that the other inmates tended to stay clear of our table when Cuba was with me and I assumed it was because of her rumored reputation for always finishing a fight once it was started. The guards were totally bored with the entire affair because this was a day that was all about the incarcerated and not about their problems and their desires. In a way, I could see the guards were just as much prisoners as the girls in trouble. That started me to thinking that a story. She told me that her husband has missed the flight and will be arriving after 3 days. I was thrilled and started making my plans. My parents wanted to go for a nearby pilgrimage for next two days and I told them that I am not feeling well and will stay back at the hotel. I found out Roopa’s room number and called her on house phone. She was surprised and delighted to receive my call. I asked her whether she can join me for dinner that night as I was alone and so was she. She said ok. I was.