I pull back your hair to see your face, marveling at your beauty, amazed that you are mine, mine to do with as I please. I know you will not say no, ...o anything. The unspoken agreement is that I will not push you beyond where you are comfortable. It is the searching for the edge, the slow progression towards total abandon, total submission, total pleasure that we both enjoy so much. What will we do tonight? I tell you to take off you shirt, I love to watch your breasts as they are slowly. Here’s how it happened: I saw him exercising bare-chested. He was doing push-ups and I saw his biceps contracting and relaxing. He did not have chest hairs. He is fair and wore specs.On seeing me, he smiled. He got up and wore a towel on his shoulders. I blushed when he looked at me.“Sir, main aapse Kuch poochna chahti hoon.” [Sir, can I ask you something?”] “Kasturi, kya baat hai?” [What’s the matter, Kasturi?] “Sir, kya aap ye palang bechenge?”[Will you sell your cot?] “Nahin. Kyun?”[No,. “Meow”Brett jerked and dropped the knife.“Meow?”Beside him was a thin cat. It’s red fur matted and the outline of its ribs poking out. It bumped its head against Brett’s thigh and looked at him. “Meow?”Brett stroked the cat. It preened under the attention and pushed it bony spine against his hand.“What are you doing out here, little one? I bet, I know what you want.” Brett reached over to his tote bag and pulled out a half-eaten stick of beef jerky. He broke it into small chunks and piled it in. I remember vividly two things at the funeral, the too tight collar that were choking me, and how my mother looked in her black suit. My feelings for her were percolating at a level below my realization at that time. It would be years before I accepted the attraction at a conscious level. I spent a lot of time listening to Jimmy talk about his dad, but I really couldn't empathize too much, because I never felt close to mine. I think the simplest and truest explanation was that we didn't like.