Pushing himself on the swing, he tried to remember what it felt like to swing on it. The slight ruffle of air in his hair, the feeling of moving. He c...uldn’t. When the swing stopped moving, except with the force of the wind, he didn’t dare spend the energy to move it more. He had exerted himself enough. If he pushed it again, he wouldn’t have the energy to keep up his appearance. Leaning forward, he rested his forearms on his knees. Why was this woman’s plight bothering him? He hand’t let. But she was younger than the others, considerably younger, perhaps late twenties or very early thirties. She was smartly dressed, wearing a skirt, which delighted him (good-looking women always seemed to wear pants to work these days, which was a shame) and a cardigan with minimal jewelry. Her shoes were not a librarian’s shoes — no fashionable shoes could be considered such. They were sleek Mary Jane pumps, with a heel just high enough to give her calves that lovely stretch he looked for, and. Ipa varaikum na daily Kai adipan ammava ninaichu.. na amma appa ellam bedroom la keela thaan thounguvom amma naduvula padupanga..Na enga bathroom doorla hole pottu vachirukan amma daily kulikum bothu paathu Kai adipan.amma nude ha thaan kulipa..ava kundi mola ellam nalla perusa irukum…last two months before nit oru naal thukam varala apa elunthu ukanthu irunthaen apa pakathula amma paduthuruntha Ava marapau vilagi irunthuthu atha paathathum enaku romba sonthosam na athae paathutu irynthaen. I skipped grabbing anything to eat. I drove to the club with my heart pounding and my mind full of questions. Why did I agree to play this game? Why did he have fantasies like this? Would I actually go through with it? I did go through with driving to the club, even though I felt like turning around at every intersection. I sat in my car in the parking lot, still wanting to go home. Finally, I gave in. I decided to go in. I would have a drink or two, then go back home and say the game didn’t.