Knowing I would get slapped anyway, I just squeezed her boob! To my surprise, my neighbor aunty just looked at me without changing her expression.Me: ...unty, sorry. Oru abhadhathil balancinu pidichatha. (Sorry aunty, I grabbed it by accident for support)Sreeja aunty: Enngil pinne vidathathu entha? (Then, why aren’t you letting it go?)I was still holding her boob. And seeing as she wasn’t resisting, I continued to squeeze it and said –Me: Athu pinne aunty..Enikk auntiye kure nalayitt ishtama, Oru. They walked across and sat down to the side and slightly behind me but I could study her over the rim of my glass in a mirror on the side wall. She was in her early 30’s I guess and so attractive and sexy. Honey coloured hair flowed around her bare shoulders, which she played with constantly, curling it around her fingers and flicking it off her face. Her full mouth pouted readily at her companions as she leaned forward in conversation with the couple opposite. I could see the guy looking at. It was not because of his advancing years, but because he was an “old school” warrior who never allowed his enemies to escape the wrath of his axe. She cautioned him that they were more interested in recovering the money stolen from the villagers than in seeking retribution from the tax men sent by Prince John.He nodded his head in agreement and told her,“I smell the musk of copulation all about you, mistress. You need to go to the river and bathe away the scent of whoever caused your juices to. I wondered if I had to pay Aat to ‘release’ her like a girl in a go-go bar, but that seemed ridiculous; it was hard to judge the relationship between Aat and Pakpao but it seemed Aat felt almost fatherly towards her although I didn’t think they were related or else Pakpao would surely be accompanying him on his trip to see his family? I resolved to ask Aat how much I should pay Pakpao, and I was pleasantly surprised at his answer; it seemed having a backpacking guide was about as expensive per.