Murray, a poet born in 1938, had gone to University of Sydney. He's been declared an Australian "national treasure."My mobile rang. It was Rachel. "I'... going to hear a visiting poet read. You'll want to get here to hear him, too." Who is it?" Angus Sinclair from Wollongong." Really? I haven't seen him in – oh – 15 years." That's why I'm calling. I'll meet you in 20 minutes at the Cultural Centre, okay?" Right. I'll put on clean clothes."Oh my, I thought. Angus Sinclair. Martha's Angus. [see. Oh, she's fucking hot!I turned and entered the office. It was a huge space with large windows, two couches, a few chairs and a huge oak desk. I stood and waited for the invitation to enter. A voice called out from a small open door to the left of the desk."Come in and close the door," she instructed. "I will be right out."I closed the door and stood waiting by the couches. Images of the tall blonde ran through my head, causing a stirring in my pants as her ass swayed and her cleavage burst. Sometimes the little man uses his head more than the big man. Ithought that I should join in the festivities and find myself a costume. Ihave had fantasies about dressing like a girl in public but even here whereno one knows me I don't think I could get up the nerve, a nice mask maybe,something simple. The shop wasn't at all what I expected. It looked like Macy's inside, itlooked like any department store I'd ever been to and the clothes alllooked normal. Everything looked normal. I looked. 10tak ghar poch gya dekha to chaya aune k chappals bhar the. Phir mene dheere se door khola aur bedroom ki aur jane laga to bedroom ka door thoda sa khula tha aur mummy chaya auntie bed pe baithe tha aur papa chair me newspaper pad rahe the. Phir 30 mins tak mummy aur auntie baat kar rahi thi.. Phir mummy ne unk stomach le haat rak k bola ki e kush khabari kab de rahi ho to wo boli kha se du. Unko time hi kha milta hai jab dekho tab tour hi tour to kha se du. Phir papa bole esa hoi hi nai shakt.