Tumhe yaadme. kyashivani. hankar boli are yaar tum to badi jaldi ghbra jate home. kya karoon essa hi hoon main rishtedari ka mamala hain nashivani. ku...h nahi hota hum log baat karte karte fir balcony main aa gayeshivani. ye kya shorts kyo pehen lime. yaar trouser main uneasy lag raha tha or waise bhi yahan kaun dekh raha hainshivani . kyo main jo dekh rahi hoonme. kya kuch dikh raha hain kya ( itne me maine ek cigrette jala le)shivani. eh don’t smoke plzme. kyo, u don’t like ?shivani . i don’t. His root sways heavily and his onions slip plumpand shining between his thighs. The horsehair mattressmutters as he settles.As instructed, Ivan studies each move of Anna’sundressing with the greatest care. She is wearing most ofwhat she possesses. There are four skirts in all, eachdelayed by knotted tapes which must be swung to the frontin a whisper of promise. He watches her soft, stubbyfingers tease open the tie, fold the cloth and drop it overthe bed-rail with a fluttering of the candle.. The pub is starting to fill up,particularly around the pool table on the raised level furthest from thebar. Youngish crowd, all Edwardian suits and flouncy dresses, as if the 60shad been wiped from the history books. The married couples have gravitatedtowards the alcoves to the left of the main door; mostly they just sit andstare, out for the sake of appearances, nothing holding their relationshiptogether except that it's too much bother to bring it to an end.He decides to go for a piss before. “No seriously,” she puffs. “I am telling you that there is a real connection with Rosemary. I would take her to bed right now if I could.”Casey has never known of Jessica to speak like this. She has never shown signs of wanting to sleep with a girl. He would think of her as a lesbian or bi-sexual or any of those silly little labels. He grins, more to himself at how he is beginning to think like Jessica. “Tell me about her,” he says, the words spilling from his mouth before he has a chance to.