(ahem ahem)E: Yes, I saw you guys fucking at our musical band camp. You were a monster. You would make her red fucking so hard. I could feel the pain ...nd pleasure when I saw you fucking her.T: She was mad and horny always. So I had to take out the ‘bhoot’ of sex and satisfy her. It is my moral duty as a handsome citizen.E: Haha. Do you still fuck women the same way by making them cry and red-faced?T: Not that intensely. I pity the women not able to walk properly the next day. But yes, I tend to. Her hands were in her pockets and she walked as if the arrival hall was a catwalk – her eyes fixed on the EXIT sign.No one would hesitate to call her a woman, and yet there was this little – something that the French call ‘je ne sais quoi’, I don’t know. Something you couldn’t put your finger on.It was the small, exotic extra that took her face in less than two years to the cover of international magazines, and her body to every exclusive fashion show around the globe.It was a lingering trace. I likedsports and fooling around with my friends.But now I was standing in front of a mirror wearing a mini-skirt andliked what I saw. Where is this going to take me?At any rate, I wouldn't put on this skirt again very soon. Just too sexy.It was slowly becoming clear to me, why Biene had been so hesitent aboutwearing it.One thing was for certain. I needed a pair of pumps.##As I minced the paprika, Mark came to me. "Can I help?" Of course. What do you want to do?" What is there to do?" The cans. As he had ridden the elevator up, he had been bracing himself for a wave of women. But as he got into range, he wasn’t able to connect to anyone.Well, good for them. Jake was glad they were out playing. Things had been tense for a long time.He had caught an early commercial flight to Chicago that day, hoping to spend some time with Lizzie and Emily before their flight back to Iowa. At least he would still be able to say goodbye. Jake checked the bedrooms. Yes, the Broadman’s suitcases were.