Then he carried me into the house...up to Will's room." He ****d you in the house? In Will's room? Where was Will?" YES! Yes he fucked me in your son'... room. On his god damm bed. I don't know where Will was...at one of their parties. Who gives a shit Stan? He ripped the clothes from your wife and ****d her. Twice!" He did it twice?" dad asked."Then he made me clean him...with my mouth...suck him. Lick his sperm from it."Daddy finally came to, finally came out of his stunned funk and asked,. So that night, I found myself on the late-night Air India flight. I took my favorite seat, in the last row of the J-Class section, thanking my stars that I was not bumped off the over-booked flight like some of the other unlucky souls. Just before the stewardess closed the doors, a tall figure entered the cabin. He was wearing one of those cheap checked slacks one gets on Mumbai streets and a T-shirt. Immediately a hush descended in the cabin, and the portly Gujju auntie in the front seat was. With a quick kiss, she jumped out, grabbed her bag and ran up the steps. I waited until the door closed behind her and drove away. The drive back was lonely, snapshots of Jill, mostly nude, with me and with the others, played through my mind as I made my way down a road that seemed twice as long in this direction.I pulled into the drive and parked the Land Rover in the garage. I walked heavily into the empty house, and collapsed onto the bed.When I woke, Jill was laying beside me, watching. I walked back in the direction opposite the flow and it started right at the river back where I had felled some trees to block the trail up to the plain and mark the spot where our land began. Closer examination exposed some wooden poles in the ground right up against the riverbank and the examination of those found that there was a gate of some sort buried there.I went back to the other end of the groove and found another buried gate. The groove was a man-made riverbed that flowed right back.