She taught him a few basic movements and told him to concentrate on the beat of the music. They gyrated and Bob watched her breasts bounce inside her ...louse. She caught him looking, but wasn't threatened and teased him."You're being naughty. You're staring at my boobs."Bob scratched his head. "I would have sworn I gave you the caveman speech. Besides, this music makes me think of mating dances I heard about in my college sociology class." When my mother was growing up they called this Devil. Maine dekha tv par ab ladka lunnd choose raha tha. Our sameer aakh phad phad ke dekh raha tha. Maine turnt niche zukate uska lunnd muh me liya our chousna suru kiya ab samir ko 420 ka current lag gaya our usne mera sir niche dabate pura lunnd mere muh me dal diya. Mere gale tak lunnd chala gaya. Maine jor jorse uska lunnd chusne laga saatme uske balls ko hatose masaj karne laga. Phir maine samir ko khade rahneko bola our phir uska lunnd chosne laga. Samir ab mast ho gaya tha our pura luund mere. ” She put fingers to her lips. “And just brimming with information.”The tea arrived, real tea, and she poured and gave me a cup on a saucer, both very thin and translucent china. I sipped and I suppose sniffed.She smiled again. “Harold provided the tea. I know it’s wrong but it’s so good.” She put down her cup. “I must change. Try these crackers.” She hurried out while I gobbled her delicacies and imagined her in my bed, her long legs kicking at the ceiling rafters. She was back before I. “Diana, I-”“No, Maddi. It’s okay.” Her voice faded as she turned away.Maddi let the door close gently as she passed down the empty hallway. The only sound echoing against the bright, cold walls were her canvas flats sliding across the floor. Her eyes tried to relax more on the sterile, checkered floor and less on her weary fatigue. She had cried so much her eyes hurt, And the desperate grief balled in her chest. Then her sadness, fear, and exhaustion made way for a new neighbor—rage.Maddi.