. said you wanted to talk to me” he answered, confused. I took one hand off my crotch and quickly shut off the water, then returned it. With the siz... of the stall we were practically touching. “I didn’t mean in here!” I scolded him. He had a confused and disappointed look on his face. I looked at him for a moment, feeling the heat generated from our two bodies close proximity. “What did you think I meant?” I asked “Uh….I….thought…you……uh….” he started and stammered, his eyes looking into mine. He was very quick, and avoided me wherever necessary.He'd shown another side, too. At a break in the music he'd gone back to the front table, rustled around under his chair, and pulled out a baseball cap. He'd put the cap backwards on his head, pulled it tight, and left it like that to dance with me some more.The evening progressed, and I spent most of it with Oscar. We drank a little more, but mostly just danced. I got a bit of a buzz from the alcohol, and became horny as hell hanging out with. It is hard to think of him that way.”“A father, a son, a student. You know only the brother, I only the husband. In the beginning of the marriage, I heard all those stories about young James, his larks, and his misbehavior. I realized that there were many persons in that one identity, some of whom I would never know.”“That is something like what you said about ‘happy Deborah.’”“Yes. I hate to criticize your sister, but she lacks some forms of imagination. My choice was marriage to James or. “You! Hands where I can see them!” Kareema shouted again. Gihan raised his hands back to around his head.“Don’t fucking move. Anita, shake his suit,” Kareema said.Anita checked his shirt and his pants. All she could find was a wallet with a few thousand rupees in it. “Not much,” she said as she threw the money on a nearby stool. Kareema turned the gun upwards, with a little smile.“Get the fuck outta here, bastard. And don’t fucking get caught around here again, or you’ll know what happens to.