Main ghar mein andar ja hi rahi thi.Usne mujhe ekdum se pakda aur stairs ke neeche le ja kar kehta “Maine dekha kal tum chhup chhup kar drink kar ra...i thi. Yeh dekho, hipflask mein laya hun. Ek sath piyenge. Waise, mera naam Ashish…aur tum?”Maine bataya, “Main Deepika,” aur wahan se chali gayi. Apne cousins ko dhundte dhundte maine mann bana liya tha ki aaj thoda fun kiya jaye. Aisa mauka baar baar nahi milta. To baraat mein main dance karte karte khud hi uske paas ja rahi thi. Saare apne dance. Most of the tension had went away as we navigated our way to the stairs. The hallway was empty and there werent very many classes in the basement, to be honest, I bet we were the only ones down there at the time. As we walked I stopped by the bathroom to get a drink of water from the fountain, as I bent down I stopped, and said, “Uhh, I think we should uhh, talk about what happened.” I mumbled as I started to drink from the fountain. I took a long drink trying to gain composure and begged my. I demurred, threw a wad of 5 pound notes on his desk, and collected our belongings.We were supposed to have been met by a local entrepreneur who promised he was a tour guide, interpreter, taxi driver and Professor of Natural History, all in one. I didn't believe the part about the taxi driver, as there was no one to be seen outside the terminal except the professional beggars, several dozen Pakistanis selling water ice to each other, and a family of goats breezily feeding on the grass growing. I tuck it into my high-waisted designer jeans and open the buttons low enough to reveal the dip between my breasts. From a certain angle, you can see the white lace of my bra. My skin is still tanned from the three weeks I spent in the south of France over the summer.A chunky silver necklace and a smear of red lipstick finish things off. My hair still looks fresh from the blow-dry earlier. I pull it around so it frames my face and falls over my chest.I slip my fingers down the waistband of my.