”“No way!” I protested. “It’s ‘lick then stick’, not the other way around”“But Bill,” she whined. “I need to cum, and your mouth...is so talented, and it’s just what I need.”I continued to protest. I really wasn’t keen on licking my own cum out of her, as most men aren’t. Our fear of being turned into gays is probably the reason. Lily rolled away from me at that point and I knew our nighttime frolic was over.A couple of days later as we were going to bed, Lily seemed a bit nervous about. I called Swati and we went to our room. Surprisingly, Shankar was not in the house at all. I thought to myself that Sarla was not that useless after all. I told Swati that today was our day to do it. She was very eager to do it too and I had condoms too. We both got naked and started making love like whores. It was very awkward as we both were hurting and none of us enjoyed. We were embarrassed to even talk about it. Then she left after sometime promising to come back someday later. I told her. He had taken to the loft.“Hory?” The moment my hand touched a rung, he tossed my remaining clothes at me. “Sleep next to the stove. I gave the low mattress to the mule. Sleep with it, if you find the floor too hard. I’m sure it would fuck you as much as you like, but it won’t git you another child neither.I slept upon my clean clothes.In the days that followed I was forced into and imprisoned by a life reconstructed by my son. I could wear no clothes except to church or if I needed protection. He leans in close to my ear, his lips brushing against it as he replies, “Your eyes are the same.”The room goes blurry with tears I thought had long since dried up. I forget there is a room of people around us. In that moment, there is only the two of us.“I…” I take a deep breath. “I have so many questions.”He shakes his head, just the slightest movement. “It’s enough for me that you’re here now. I’ve been lonely for far too long.”And somehow, that is all the answer I need.I lean up and press.