I worked away at a frantic pace. My knees were on fire from the constant moving back and forth from urinal to sink. My mouth now had a permanent foul ...aste. Rinsing just would not remove it.I had no time to worry about it. I figured my time was just about up and I still hadn’t finished. I was almost finished except of a couple of more licks on the flush lever of the fourth urinal when, Dickie reentered the toilet. He walked over and looked at each urinal. ‘It missed a spot, clean it.’ he. She could feel the wetness beginning.When she brought their drinks Tim said. “Could you give us some time before we order? We would like to sit and relax a while before we eat, maybe 20 minutes plus?” Jill looked at him very quizzically. When she left Jill picked up her drink as she stared at Tim. “Mom, unbutton your shorts.” And before she could say anything Tim was under the table.“Tim! What are you doing ... not here?” There was plenty of room for him to get to his mom’s knees. Jill had her. Maine socha kyu na chance mara jaye .Me : aunty aaj kal log rumors kitna failate ha .Sharmishtha : hahaha kyu ab kiske baare me hai ?Me : are nahi aunty vahi ek baar suna tha aapke school ki ek teacher ka kisi math teacher se .Ye sunte hi saali ki hawa kharab ho gayi , actually yahi vo teacher thi , aur mujhe pura yakeen tha ki saali uske sath set thi .Sharmishtha : Pata nahi mujhe , maine to kuch nahi suna aisa .Me : are nahi aunty ek hai koi teacher . Mere ek friend ne dono ki kiss karete. To her left, the door, before her, the coats, just three coats, Beatrice only ever bought what was necessary. Taking the shoe box from the low shelf Beatrice laid it before her, the position precise, practised, important. For a moment she paused, a single deep breath, momentary doubt, then opening the lid she laid it upside down, resting against the box.Printed on the inside of the lid was the mantra now plainly visible to her. Beatrice began to recite. Her tongue savoured every syllable, her.