HE WANTED ME... AND I? WHAT OUGHT I TO DO?
And there I sat, as I always did waiting for the judgment day. Not knowing the right from the wrong! My parochial senses failed me in comprehending the magnitude, the gravity, the… dexterity of the pitiful state I was in. The world around me was dark, as was my heart!
I knew not what to do! I could see him looking at me with that look in his eyes. That look that always left me puzzled. My only regret – not knowing what he would do to me…or rather, what he would do with me. It was dark! About 2 in the morning and we were the only ones in the room. But I could see him clearly and I knew what he wanted. Why wouldn’t he? I could give him all that he wanted and then some more! I could satisfy him like no one else could! Not his beautiful newly-wed wife! Not that next door whore he was jamming every night! Oh, the things he did to make sure I was turned on! And the trouble he took in the nights to slip out of bed and come to me, careful not to make a sound. There was no soul awake to disturb us. And he made sure I was turned on like never before. And we got ready for some midnight fun. I was watching him and he was watching me. He was watching the India vs. Australia cricket match! And me? Well, I’m his TV set!
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Now that was short!
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The Ghost Writer
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Now that was short!
Yet,
The Ghost Writer