I can’t imagine. Or I can and it scares me.”“What scares you?”“Everything.”“What if it isn’t everything? What if it’s just you chore...graphing? No business. The tech stuff taken care of, with your final approval. The sets. The costumes. Even the company itself.”“I had partners. Tech people. Costume constructors. Set designers. Jonathon made sure people were paid. Had people for logistics. For bookings and such. I did just do choreography. At least mostly.”“With you at the center.”“What do you. He flicked through the drawings there, and smiled, nodding approval at many of them, and making encouraging remarks here, and giving a little advice about picture composition there. Helen blushed slightly at the praise her work was receiving from a professional. At his suggestion, they went for a walk along the long road that led down onto the causeway. Helen noted that he carefully rolled up her sketch-book and, like a true gentleman, tucked it under his arm so as to carry it for her. Shed. Now me, where does all this fit into the act I commited. Well here was I, standing on a darkened stairway, opposite a serial flasher with a desperate desire to fuck the girl next door, who now I am sure, knew she was alone for the next week or so. Going back up into her dark bedroom I peered over to his room opposite, illuminated, curtains wide and watched, curious to see if he was indeed going to flash. Fifteen minutes passed and nothing stired, I was getting bored, something was needed to. She smiled and said ‘To main kya darwaza nahiin kholtee agar aap towel maang lete, aap bahut sharmaate hain, main aapko 6 saalon se jaantee hoon. Aap bahut achche ho, apne bhaiye se bhi achche.’I didn’t knew how to react, she had no shame, the same bitch that came to our house 6 years earlier. But who cares, if the bitch wants anything from me, I thought, I will give her full and solid that she wont forget for the rest of her life.After dinner I gave her medicines and opened my lappy to check.