’ ‘Thank you, Ed … I mean, Mr. Jenkins, but we don’t usually go to houses of people we don’t know. But, thank you for the offer.’ ‘Mom, ... have to go to the bathroom.’ ‘You can go at the bus station, Rachel,’ she said. ‘Mom, please, I have to go. I don’t think Mr. Jenkins is going to attack us. Please, mom, we only need to stay for a few minutes.’ ‘Your daughter is right, I promise not to attack you and it’s only a block away.’ ‘Okay, Mr. Jenkins, thank you. We’ll take you up on your offer. By. Meine soch liya tha ki sale ki patni ko nanga karke marunga ek din. Mera uske ghar par ana jana lage rehta tha. Aunty mujhe bahut pasand karti thi , kyon ki mein padne mein bahut acha tha aur nisha ko kabhie kabhie kuch padha bhi deta tha. Ek din mein uske ghar gaya aur ghar par sirf uski patni shilpa thi. Usne mujhe andar bulaya aur bola ki varun abhi thodi der mein ajayega.lekin mujhe pata tha ki varun to sonal ke saath hai aur bahut der mein ayega. Shilpa mera mobile phone dekh rahi thi.usme. A shot for laughs, and few more after that, plus the drinks in our hands. Who were we trying fool? Swapping cigarettes back and forth and praying it might taste of our mouths. It’s strange how I didn’t think of a****ls until you touched me. That night, on the hood of the van. Your hands over my own and on my neck. A phantom now, I still feel it. In my mind, like a shutter on a camera. Capturing bits and pieces of moments that alcohol did not deteriorate. We felt like snakes. Two more shots now,. Next he offered a smoke, and when I turned that down he lit up a cigarette for himself. Then he asked if I wanted to try some of his prescribed medication, all the 'stuff', he said, his minders would let him have these days, although one of his 'tabs' could, he promised, give me a bit of a buzz.'Thanks, but I'm fine, really.''Suit yourself. What d'you want to do then? Go through some of our old photographs?''Yes, that would be great.'He pulled out one of perhaps a dozen enormous photograph.