So it hadn't been a swingers party, but I got the impression a little more than dancing happened on the dance floor tonight. After a break he asked if...I minded him taking Anne on the floor again, hell I was fine with it, once more they disappeared from sight. The next time they came back I noticed the zip on her dress was lower at the top and higher at the bottom, Anne looking very flushed told me that he had managed to fuck her on the dance floor without anyone noticing. It appears after his. What made the situation even more pitiful was the near-constant chirping, a sound I typically enjoy hearing. …but not given this particular situation. At last, I unlocked and opened the door and stepped into my apartment. Even with the door closed and locked, even with the air conditioning unit turned on, I could still hear the soft near-incessant chirping. It took several hours of watching the latest news of the Middle East conflict to finally wipe the young sparrow from my mind. Yet that. Then I thought that god is also want that I fucked her and make her satisfied.But the things are changed when I touched her, she refused my touch. I really sock what going on, Then I ask her “what is the matter”She never makes any reply. I again ask her “kya hua, muzey chuney kyo nahi de rahi.”(What is the matter, why she refuse my touch”)She said that “hum ka kuch nahi karna, hamey chedo mat. (I do not want to do any thing, do not touch me)Then I fell in my inner self that if she is never. The conversation was stale and greasy, too. Who were these people, anyhow? They were graying pot-bellied men and their wrinkling, desperately over-mascaraed wives. Certainly, they weren't anyone I had anything in common with any more... if I ever did.From across the room, someone was waving at me. She looked vaguely familiar. By golly, it was an older version of Marianne. She showed the ravages of repeated attempts at dieting, with perhaps a botched attempt at a facelift or two thrown in. What.