I looked at the five empty beer bottles beside his chair and shuddered, it was going to be another long night before I could escape to my room. My ma...e parent is not exactly a father figure I could be proud of. He is a bitter alcoholic cripple, trapped in a wheel chair unless my brother and I wrestled him to bed. He lost his legs above the knees in a subway accident so we lived off a small insurance pension, most of which went to beer and pot which was delivered by one of his ex-con friends.. The name is Rageshwari theater. It is old and popular and shows dirty movies. It runs only one show- 7:30 pm. Almost everybody who comes there knows that nobody will check or stop what goes on. It gets very wild- a big sex party in a dark cinema hall- men touching, masturbating, fucking in groups- men, young and old of all classes, horny with big dicks crying and moaning like women. A heaven for gay men craving for lund and group sex. When the authorities close the doors you can run around. So as I picked up my clothes to hand to Aunt Celeste, I positioned myself so the door would block off her view. I pulled the door open and handed my clothes to her through the enlarged opening, feeling duly modest. There was a silence I didn't understand at first. I felt Aunt Celeste grab the clothes, but as of yet she had not taken full possession of them. It was as if everything was frozen.It felt like an eternity, this hazy interlude, so my eyes unthinkingly went back to their normal gazing. "Actually it is an exceptional paper for an undergraduate of uh..." She eyed me carefully for a second and added, " ... your age. That's what I wanted to discuss with you. I take it that you enjoy studying history." I love it," I answered. "I plan to be a history teacher when I finish school." Interesting," she replied, nodding approvingly. "I'd like to talk with you further about that."Dr. Brennan and I compared schedules and agreed on Tuesday at 1:30 pm. Dr. Brennan allowed me to bring Kelly.