"Look Jen," he said, "god it's been good to see you and I love to stay longer but I have this meeting." That's ok," I said, but I was disappointed tha... he had to go."No really I must go," he said squeezing my hand, "can I see you again tomorrow over coffee and a chat, say 2." Well," I hesitated, and accidental meeting was one thing but to arrange to meet again was something else."Ok, for coffee then," I agreed.I got home and my body was all a glow, how many years had it been. Well I have been. The Taxman Comes was an experiment of sorts; to see if writing graphic sex would break me from the cycle. It was a debaucherous story filled with raunch and filth. A story Reesa was waiting for me to read… out loud.The subject matter tore through my mind and a bit more vacillation injected its way in. But, she did transcribe it. She had to know what she was in for. I looked at her, softened my voice and began:“...The rain finally let up, enough for Mandi to step out from the bar she had. Magar unki choot se kuch madhosh smell aa rahi thi ki muje pagal banadiya aur chat me majboor kar diya. Me use choot ke pank ko khola aur apne jeeb se kelna suru kiya. Mujhe bahut maja aaraha tha aur anty bhi mere sir ke baal ke saath khel rahi thi aur mere sir ko apne aur khich rahi thi. Kuch hi der mein unke choot se namkeen si paani aane laga jo maine peethe peeteh choos raha tah aur chat raha tha. Fir aunty mujhe kaha ki aur math tadpav aur turanth mere phant kol diya aur underwaer bhi khol. A huge hall, maybe bigger than the opera at Zurich, which was filled with people drinking, dancing and having fun. On the centre, a glass room was hanged from the ceiling, in which the DJ was inside, and on every side of the room there were laser machines making light shows on the room. This was nothing like they expected. As they were staring up on all these things, a waitress appeared, and offered them a drink. They gladly accepted it, and kept walking. In not much time, they understood that.