They take dollars.“You want to take the ladies shopping? Or go with us?” I asked the driver.At the word shopping he began to perspire freely.“I ...an’t leave the car.”“It sucks to be you, then. They have a million dollar debit card.”“Oh God, fuck a bunch of regs. I’m going with you.”Just about then, a Tokyo cab screeched to a halt in front on the fast food restaurant. The ladies stood, daintily wiped lips, kissed their respective lover and ran for the door.I waved good bye.Zo waved back. The card. I gave her a tutorial to be done there itself live.she could not refuses it as it was live.I sat beside her and was watching her do it.she was feeling bit conscious due to my presence.I stopped distracting her by opening another computer and going to net .first I saw some news and then rediffmail and then seeing that she is busy I opened a sex address.it displayed a lot os sex postures and other stuff and nude etc.I got busy in watching some action. And completely forgot about her.I never knew. "It's awfully late - maybe you should spend the night?" Sure, I'd like that", answered Tom."Ok, I'll get you some sheets for the couch." Maybe I should go home after all." No, don't do that - I'll cook crepes tomorrow as a thank you for all the help", she said as she slid a hand up his arm."Well, Ok."Later, in the wee hours, Tom finally fell asleep on the couch. The previous hours being equally spent on frustration and self-doubt.Gayle woke him up the next morning."Wake up sleepy head", she. This way, from where I come, I can survey it all, above the heads of the crowd that fills it.I have a good view at the stone tribune in front of the town hall, with the spiked statue of the Goddess on it, with all the implements of torture that await me, with the big gong, and with the torturer, dressed in his traditional hooded black garb, standing solemnly, looking like a statue himself.I feel a trace of pity for him — he will have to stand like this for many hours, through the heat of the.