Yes. But not here. I left him waiting at the door while I fetched a car. He hesitated at the passenger door, he insisted that I was too drunk to be dr...ving. I told him I was going and he could stay here if he was too chicken. After a moment of indecision, lust won out over caution and he slid in and put on a seatbelt. We drove up out of the town on the coast road. He watched me drive like seeing me for the first time. I played with the car, letting the rear drift out on the corners and then. Very few people here n there n most were a couple. No seat no’s were there we could sit anywhere. While going, she caught hold of my hand as it was dark. We went n sat in the middle seats only. She was wearing a black sari. We spoke a little. While speaking it so happened i touched her hands. She didn’t object. After 5 min or so again i touched this time intentional. Again no obj. everything i mean each moment was slow as i was hesitant. After 15 min or slow i pressed her hand n she looked at. Not the murderous spearmen as in days of yore, barbaric hordes whooverthrew the Goddess Nature of things; Thank the Divine Mother forthat. At least the abuse she suffered this time was verbal.Leather clad, motorcycle posse boys acting up drunk and disrespectfultowards her, ruining the pleasant party atmosphere she once enjoyed.Ruffians acting macho crazy, not at all like Irene's friends in the gaycommunity.Those males she felt most comfortable in this karmic lifetime. Oneelfin faced, smaller. Not there. Not in the midst of strangers. And not wearing a flimsy piece of cloth someone grossly mistook for clothing. You glared at my misstep. Warning one. “I will forgive you this once. Not again. Understood?” “Yes, Sir.” I lowered my head, wanting to disappear through the floor. I did so hate displeasing you. “Now, we are going. And you will get dressed, promptly. You have ten minutes.” “Yes, Sir …” I resigned, removing my jeans and folding them neatly. “Good, girl.” You turned to leave,.