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Me: why not?Jyothi: you may not understand the photos and you are not supposed to.Me: how can you say that? I heard that it’s common.Jyothi: well yes but do you know what are those pictures?Me: yes, its yoga right?Jyothi: ha ha not exactly, you are 18 and still don’t know?Me: no, then teach me na?Jyoji: teach? No, no (she was blushing and a bit angry too)Me: people say yoga is good for health and you don’t want to teach meJyohi: it’s not yoga ok?Me: then?Jyothi: well it’s ahhm sex (now she was. It reminded me a bit of Bastard’s End, minus the smoke and the soldiers, but full of what we American’s like to smugly think of as old-world charm.McDonnough and Tim followed me in as though they had no idea who I was and took a table back in the corner.Damien seemed like a nice guy, very open and welcoming. He proceeded to regale me with the history of the little town. There were less than two thousand full time residents, with most of them working in Sheffield, but a few locals working nearby. Who are you and what are you doing in my house."I live here," I said ... miffed. "Shouldn't you be outside?" Mergurgle?" Are you insane. It's twenty below."How did you get in?" Murggle."He pulled himself up and stretched, kneaded the quilt, looked up and saw I was still there, walked over to the edge and jumped. He head-butted my ankles.I stepped back.This was the reaction he was looking for. He butted again. I stepped back.Eventually, we were at the backdoor ... he went out a very professional. Notbelieving his own eyes, Nick ran into the bathroom to look in a differentmirror. The same brunette woman looked back. Seeing a pink robe withfrilly trim on the back of the door, he covered his nakedness, not yetwondering why it was there. On the edge of hysteria, Nick ran to thekitchen and reached for the cabinet above the fridge, where he kept thehard liquor. This only added to the disorientation when he discovered hecould no longer reach up that far.'OK, Nick old boy, get a grip on.
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