She deliberately relived the painful images of that day that should have been her best, when she was betrayed by the man who had promised to forsake a...l others just hours before. She might never have known of his dalliance if she hadn't noticed the text on his phone screen later. Today she would return the favor, in her white clothes, just as he had worn his tux. The scrap of the card in the key slot at the door was harsh and loud in the still room. She cast her gaze about with wide eyes and. He was holding a Camera and asked me whether I take his snap. I agreed for that and took around six photos. After that, he had taken my snap also. In the meanwhile, he keeps on talking and start walk along with me. He said that this was his third trip to India and staying in Hotel Le Meridian, Delhi. By this time, we had reached near a Coffee shop and he invited me for a cup of coffee with him. I agreed. During our conversation in the Coffee shop, he had invited me to their hotel, where he was. We all think rectum means asshole. And in that context I think REX is just a term for one big asshole. So the truth seems to lie somewhere between a vagina and an asshole. We used to refer to that as a “Tisn’t”. This seems a more appropriate way to refer to the misbegotten lawyer’s crown of the Anglican church. Their Regina is a Tit-head and their Queen? Tisn’t ours.So why is this Tit-head violating our Rectums and ‘Penalizing’ us in these misbegotten courts that are pretending to be courts of. As he walked back to the sofa he said, “Take a seat.”. My butt dropped in to the sofa cushion as I looked around. I had found my voice again. “This place looks used.” I said. “Yeah, I’ve come here to get away from the static of the walkie talkies and the BS of the politics here.” I nodded, saying, “Gotcha’.” “And, once in a while, I’ll read some porn and beat off if I get too horny.” Then he continued, “I used to get horny knowing you kept your eyes on me when I was patrolling the Mall.’ Both.