But that's wonderful. You're going to be amother," I carried on as I realised I wasn't being thrown out and thiswas, in fact, good news."Aren't..aren...t you happy, Shirlie?" I asked."Well, that rather depends on you," she replied, her voice softeningsomewhat in response to my happiness and relief.Then it dawned on me. Shirlie had not had sex with anyone other thanme for some time. We'd never used contraception as she'd been toldearly on in her marriage to her now deceased husband that she. Ashok uncle: Are baba, woh gussa to nahi karega.Main bottle dikhati hui boli: Offo, khuli hui bottle hai, thodi nikal ke utna pani bhar ke rakh dungi, hahaha!Main kitchen ko gayi aur ek glass mein aadhi sharab daali aur aadhi paani aur uncle ko jakar dekar boli: Ye lijiye, ab zara peekar mujhe hara kar dikhaiye.Uncle glass lekar ek sip piye aur aankhe nechod kar bole: Are baapre… ye tumne kitna daal diya!Main: Woh mujhe nahi pata kitna milate hai.Uncle: Huff… koi baat nahi…Uncle fir patte bante. The back wall of the front counter is covered in old, dirty mirrors. The lights are dim and the floorboards are creaky. The aisles are stocked with frilly old lace things, heavily-used suits from decades forgotten, and masks. You're fucked. You look around for a mask, since a petticoat-corset-tophat-monocle combo isn't gonna work with your jeans.You see the cashier eyeing you eyeing all the junk hanging up in The Closet. You see your unadorned, regular self in the dozens of tarnished old. I fell onto his fingers, my labia resting on the length of his index finger, as his hand slowly pushed between my thighs, 'You like this feeling', he asked me.I swallowed hard, my throat felt tight and my mouth dry. I reached under his extended hand with my free one, and pulled him in against my crotch and as I did so a hazy delirium descended over me, and I started to move along his finger, his knuckles serving as ridges as my clitoris, my polished pearl, ground out a pleasurable feeling with.