Years ago I painted a portrait of my left hand. It is blue, wet blue over silk, not a painted fabric, but soft, early fields. When I painted it, in d...eam or not, I believed I had discovered the world. I sped in the cold sea and I lived within delicate arms with hazy brown skin. I thought of blue orchids and I tasted like melons when I licked my fingers. I bulged. I felt my involuntary orgasm forced by electric vibrator. I was bound, blindfolded, mute, deaf, and the collapsed inside, as. She was angry and told me that I should have told her that we would be alone. By this time it was 7:30 pm and the rain showed no signs of easing. Chitra was fully drenched and you could see her nipples through her churidhar. Standing there, covered with water she looked gorgeous.I had a huge erection by then and she saw that. I was embrassed. For a few minutes we both stood there staring at each other….it seemed like an eternity before she spoke ” This is wrong. I have to go home. I already. We just got used to living together.’ she said continuing her matter-of-fact tone. ‘I don’t plan to live the rest of my life with someone who doesn’t love me and doesn’t have anything to contribute to my life. There isn’t enough time left for either of us.’ ‘Jesus, Molly … this is crazy. You can’t just throw me out. I live here too. I’m the only person that earns any money around here. I have something to say about this too.’ I said. I wasn’t sure if that made any sense. I was just rambling. Gradually the memories flooded back. He knew this apartment! ‘Katherine?’ he called out, a touch of panic in his voice. He staggered from the bathroom and made his way around each room. There was no sign of her, nor any indication of any disturbance. His brain raced at the possibilities. His first instinct was to pick up the phone but even as he did, he stopped himself from dialling the number. What was it Katherine had said? ‘You stupid fool. Call the police and I’ll end up with a knife in.