Apart from a very dirty look from the cabby, I received a double-edged lecture on the uniqueness of the city of Glasgow. The defunct shipyards of Gova..., the once mean streets of the Gorbals, the tenements of old Springburn, the tobacco factory, the breweries, distilleries, theatres, hotels. The new years eve's years ago when the half-pissed bus conductors would walk up the aisle, a glass of whisky in one hand and a tray in the other shouting "nae tickets" and getting themselves and the driver. After preparing herself, our Bengali maid picked up the oil and poured some of it on my thigh.Maid: Is the oil too hot?Me: No, it’s fine.Maid: Okay, then fold your left leg.I kept doing whatever she instructed. She finished massaging both my legs till my feet and then asked me to turn around and lie down on my belly. I followed and lay down casually. The maid started massaging the back of my legs and then went up to massage my back thighs.After massaging my thighs up and down for nearly 5. We were meeting regularly these days for coffee, for movie, for a poetry reading or a book reading session, i introduced plays to her, she introduced me to Art galleries, we were behaving like a true couple, but we were sure this is not going to end in any commitment, hence the relationship was so happy, without any commitment or without any pressure, sex was getting too good to handle, will narrate one instance here.It was 5.30 in the evening on a Friday, weekend was fast approaching, i was. " "Fuck you," he spat back (see, I figured he knew my name). "What I wanna know is . . . why a fine-lookin' bitch like you went Kojill. Don'cha like men, baby?" I don't usually let perps get to me, but Willie had been stonewalling us both for the last four hours, and his crack about "Kojill," implying that I was a Lez, got the better of me and my temper just snapped for a second. "Sure, Willie," I taunted, "I like men. A lot. And if there were one here in the room, I'd show you." Willie.