What does she want with me anyway? Who the fuck cares, whatever! I go to the left and don’t see any names on the cubicles or offices. I ask a guy...sitting close by “Do you know where Ms. Hanes sits?” “Yeah, she is the opposite way down the hall and to your left” “Can you give me a little idea of what she looks like?” “Shiiiiit, just look for the baddest, phattest chick in the room, that’ll be her” “You don’t know her? Who are you?” he asks. “I’m new here. I’m a contractor” “Ohhhhh,. “So who are you dressed as, my Rose?” Smiling I said, “Try to find fined me, Lord Aries.” I ended the call and slipped back into the party. I spent the rest of the party teasing Dane. I sent him text messages, telling him that I was not this woman or that woman. I even sent him a text saying that we had danced. Finely around 1:30 in the morning I sent Dane a finale text. I told him that I would meet him at his car at 1:45. I was ready to go home. A few minutes later Dane walked over to his. Not that they’d skirted around the subject, it was just that there hadn’t been much opportunity for any sort of conversation. The day had been frenetic and Alistair had been dragged from one constituency to another to add his support for the local candidate. He’d been run ragged—and it had been worth every single chaotic second. It had been late in the day when he’d eventually returned to their South West London Party Headquarters in Millbank and Erika had still been there. He’d been sitting. Tor baada ta kay ami chushey khada korchhee.” Ami amar much nabiye Amitr bara dhore abar tar ganth theke chamra shariye mukhe dhukiye nilam aar barata chatte aar chuste laglam. Aste aste Amit bara ta abar khara hoye gelo. Amitr khara bara dekhe ami bhavlam je aaee mota aar lamba barata eibar amar gude dhukbe aar amar chude chude hor korbe. Amit abar amar mayee duto tipte laglo aar bonta gulo chute laglo. Nayee tipte tipte Amit amar guder cherate angul ghoste laglo ar bollo, “aeeto tor gud ta.