“Then let's get to know each other,” I tell her. “I don’t know,” she sighed. “If you knew me you won’t feel the same way.”I reached ov...r and turned on the lamp. “Have you forgotten I’m a Crime Scene Investigator? I’m 100% sure you haven’t been through anything I can’t handle. Literally, I saw a guy tortured to death this morning.” “I’ve done things that I’m not proud of,” she goes on. “We all have,” I reply. She looks back at me, she looks like she’s on the verge of crying. She quickly looks. Neetu: Haan, waysa hi samajh li jiye.Ye kahti hui Neetu mujhe tirchi nazro se dekhne lagi maano koi sherni apni shikaar ko dekh rahi ho. Uski aankho mein alag si hi matlab thi jise samajhna mujhe mushkil lag raha tha. Baat talte hue main aunty se poocha: Bhawna di kya kaam pe lag gayi?Aunty: Haan beta, woh pyaaz wagayra kaat rahi hai. Mujhe kuch nahi karne de rahi. Usi liye main yaha aa gayi.Neetu: Haan haan aaj to apne bhai ko apne haato se bana ke khilana chahti hogi usi liye maa.Main dheere. Again I jumpedand pushed Sam away asking him if he was crazy. Afterthe second interruption, with reluctance, I told myselfanother time and went to get my cloths. As I bent over to get my things Sam again stuck hisnoise in my crotch but this time with some force.Enough to knock me over on my stomach. I some what gotup and turned to yell at him, but as I turned I againwas driven down but this time by Sam jumping on myback. I didn’t really know what was going on as Istruggled against his. He really needed to get some relief from his lack of sexual activity.Experimentally, he touched his shriveled member and it came alive withsensations but refused to grow stiff. He yanked on it and even playedwith his receptive nipples but -- though he was overcome with need --could get no closer to gaining satisfaction. All he was doing was toelevate his frustration.Deborah didn't call back. He spent hours eating and watching TV,obsessing over every female body he saw, wanting to possess.