"Olive looked up in hope at hearing the name Oliver again---Oliver Brandon was in his mid-thirties and was of heavy build, if notverging on being over...eight. He loved to dress in the style of a 1930sgangster, wearing a smart suit with a long overcoat hanging across hisshoulders like a cape with the out of fashion trilby style hat coveringhis short greasy hair.At school, he had been a bully; most other pupils tried to avoid him asmuch as possible; he never grew out it this and upon leaving. Whatever it may be he just hoped this off-handedness wasn’t to be their future.Although he had plenty of time in hand Ian prepared himself for work and began to gather his own collection of briefcase, wallet, phone and, “damn, where have I left my car keys?” He was doing a tour of the likely places when he heard the sound of a car parking on the drive quickly followed by a door slam which was shortly followed by the doorbell once again being rung. His heart gave a little jump, “that’ll be. Her husband was working in Hyderabad and used to visit her once in two weeks or during the holidays.So, how it all happened was, as my parents were stuck in Kerala due to the lockdown, they made a call to her and asked to help me out with food and other necessities to which my next-door neighbor aunty agreed. She felt good as it would get her involved in some activities during the lockdown days.So, initially, she used to prepare food for me and call me, and I used to get it from her and have it. At the bar, I ordered a white wine, and then started to wander around the periphery of the dance floor. As the music began to get me in the mood, I started doing a little shimmy and bouncing on my feet. After a minute, I moved to the middle of the floor, and just started to dance with whoever was there. I danced with girls, with guys, and in the middle of various groups. I just lost myself in the music. My arms waved overhead, and various bodies pressed against me. I felt various hands sliding.