It was late on Wednesday night. I called Mr. Avila and told him we were on the way back. He flew here from the west coast on his private plane the nex... day. I picked him up in Hyannis and it was late on Thursday when we loaded the car on the truck. The trucker took off and we ended up having our Thanksgiving dinner right here. Mr. Avila and Charlie got along great.’ ‘What did you make for them to eat?’ Paige asked, watching me, mischievously ‘Scrambled eggs,’ I answered. ‘They were nothing. I ran the tap, cold water running across my fingers as I looked at myself in the mirror, saw the telltale flush of red skin across my throat and chest against the white cotton shirt, the dazed look hiding there in my eyes as I peered into the face of someone I recognised but didn’t really know.“I just don’t want to be alone tonight,” is what I’d managed, eventually, as I peered into the half-empty glass in front of me. I looked at her, she said nothing so I carried on, “I mean, I came out of. Jab mai ghar pahuchi to gate ko dhakka dekar hamesa ki tarah khola seedha andar ko chali gai andar dekha to koi najar nahi aaya mai samjhi ki mummy ghar me nahi hai wo market me hi hogi tabhi mujhe sak hua ki agar ghar me koi nahi hai to darwaja kaise khula hai mera matha thanka mai turant ghar ke har kamre ko dabe paaw chupke se jhank jhank k dekhne lagi mera pahla hi kadam sahi jagah pada tha maine mummy papa k bedroom me jhank kar dekha to papa Kamla {ghar ki naukraani} ka hath pakde hue. I’ve read stories about women who crave both heterosexual sex and lesbian sex. I want it all, and I want you to make love to me, then fuck me each and every way you’ve read about in all the dirtiest novels and most graphic, online sex stories you’ve ever read.”“I’ve read some really crazy-wild shit about sex, then I’ve read about some really rough sex. I’m not sure I’m capable of treating a woman the way it was described in some of the stories I’ve read.”“Like what, Lucien?” Deb asked.“One.