What the hell is Irving doing here? He’ll see Hugo, and I’ll have to introduce them, and he’ll stay to chat, and Hugo’s not nearly ready, and�...�Well, nothing to do but put the best face on it I can. Tremaine, I remember. James Tremaine. I hope to hell Hugo remembers. I walk out on the porch and wave as Irving gets out of the car.“Irving, what on Earth are you doing here?” I ask, making sure to smile broadly as I say it.“Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by,” he tells me. The absolute, fundamental, world-inverting betrayal you only get when you are deceived by that which you relied upon most. Its a gut-wrenching, sickening feeling that makes me nauseous. Not nauseous enough to counteract my own sick feeling of arousal though, dammit.Shit, I can feel bile in the back of my throat and its not just the absinthe. These always give me flashbacks to my first trip ... If that weren't bad enough by itself, having two violent flashbacks at the same time is overwhelming. .? (she leaned on me by watching them) she- u dint bath after coming..? Me- y what happened..? She- sweety smell is coming from your body. Me- shall i bath n come..? She- hmm.. Ok go n come fast. I had my bath n came back to terrace with my short on without t-shirt. Now i dint wear inner-wear, went near her she look naughtily at me..Then i was watching the movie, she came beside me n watching movie..She was trying to seduce me by putting her arms on my shoulder, leaning on me..I got erect in my. As I lay back on the pillows he took acigarette from the pack and placed it between my lips,carefully avoiding smudging the lipstick. He sat besideme on the bed as he held the lighter up and, once mycigarette was lit, I took a long drag, inhaling deeply.After holding the smoke in my lungs for a few moments Iexhaled in Alan’s face. He knew what I wanted, anddidn’t keep me waiting long. As Alan undressed Iwatched him, becoming even more catlike than I usuallyfeel when I’m about.