They both then went in and Sudhir noticed another woman sitting there.Vaishali – Ye Aaliya hai, Fazia ki mom.“Hello ji”, Sudhir said checking he... out.Then Sudhir asked, “Fazia kon?”Vaishali – Aapke bete ne aapko kuch batay nahi??Sudhir – Nahi usne kaha, bas ma’am bulayi hai.Vaishali – Koi baat nahi, mai batati hu.Sudhir then sat near Aaliya on the couch and Vaishali sat in front of them.Sudhir – Ab bataiye.Vaishali – Ji baat aisi hai ki maine aap dono ke baccho ko college me galat kaam karte. At about 6pm, as I'm heading out of the office, my phone buzzes. - Hi TJ! Meet me for a drink at the Mondrian lobby bar at 7?- Sure. Sounds good. I respond. My heart pounding.The next hour passes like an itch. I pack up and head to my hotel to get changed and clean up. I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. I'm very likely reading the whole situation wrong. I head to the bar for a quick drink to ease my nerves, then off to the Mondrian. When I arrive, she isn't there. I order a Manhattan. She even turned the chair to face the foot of the bed. The room’s windows covered the entire wall to her right. Undoubtedly, a balcony was out there too but it was to cold for that nonsense. The women writhing on the bed looked pale in the grey light of the cloudy day. She looked closer noting their lack of sweat and generally calm attitude as they played with each other.The pair seemed illuminated by the light on the poster bed. The dark wooded furniture and heavy dark winter blankets. Fatalism: Oh shit, it’s going to happen!Feline-ism: Shit happens ... bury it.Feminism 1: This shit happened before, and WE won’t clean it up!Feminism 2: Shit isn’t funny.Feminism 3: Why does shit only happen to women!?Feminism 4: Put the seat back down, you little shit.Feminism 5: Men are shit.Fetishism 1: I love it when shit happens.Fetishism 2: If shit happens, go for more.Ford-ism 1: Our shit is Job One.Ford-ism 2: Have you had a shit lately?Fortean-ism: No shit??Freudianism 1: Shit is a.