He struggledto make his way through school and life because he had absolutely nointerest in anything. That was why his "working class" uncle despisedh...m and told him to go away.But Sam wasn't moving to this little seaside town alone. His goodfriend Neil had moved into their new house the day before and Sam wasjust arriving a little later than expected. Neil was the completeopposite of Sam. He was twenty two years old, small, well built, veryshort brown hair and very square, chiselled features.. The truth was, dancing to me was like having sex in public. Moving my hips, sweat trickling down my body, the feeling of someone else’s hot flesh pressed against mine, and all the while that vibration of the bass drum driving into the core of my being. When the song ended, I took a moment to catch my breath, and asked him if he wanted a drink. He followed me to the bar, watched me order, and after I took a long drink directly from the glass, he looked at me with this strangely intense gaze.. Leaving him in-charge of arranging food anddrinks, I drove his mini-van to pick the oldies. There were only three of them waiting for my brother inmy father’s house as arranged my father, looking fitand athletic despite his 55 years of age; his bestbuddy 60-year-old Kishore wearing his trademark baggypants and white shirt and his black skin shining likeit had been polished with wax; 70-year-old Rudra,another of my father’s friend who is rather fat andugly he works in a tannery so. I finally reached the point where I found excuses to avoid every family social gathering that came up. Camille knew that I would never do anything to her, but the problem was that I didn't know it. If I just stayed away from her I thought I would be all right.It was my brother who did me in. It was my parent's fiftieth anniversary and a party was being thrown for them. At the last minute Bill was told that he had to go out of town to take care of a customer. He called me and asked me to take.