"Two left feet baby, sorry." She slouched down further in her seat. She really had not wanted to come out. Wanted to stay at home and just relax, have another beer. Wasn't really interested in getting laid. Which pissed her off because she was always in the mood. The girl squeezed her hand and then let go at the same moment her eyes flirted across and then went back to the group coming in. A bunch of girls. Some dressed up, some casual. The party she guessed, knowing the back area had been reserved for a party of ten. And then she saw her, near the back of the pack. Dressed in jeans and a tank top layered over another, her hair pulled up. She felt butterflies in her stomach just setting eyes on her again. Hadn't realized just how much she actually had...missed her. How could you miss someone you didn't even know? Hell, she didn't even know her name, but she had memorized her body, and that mouth. They walked past slightly below where she was sitting, up in a raised area. She stood,. Open up."The door creaked open and out peered a man I guessed to be Mansoor. He was shirtless and wearing a dirty pair of boxer shorts. He was a small man, shorter than me, and I am just 5 ft 3. Had a thick beard, and curly gray hair. I'd guess him to be older than Zahid, maybe in his 50s."What happened?" he asked, staring at me."This is Mukta Madam. She was driving back to Delhi when her scooter broke down. I saw her when I was going home, so brought her here." Hmpfff... OK... bring it in." Mansoor said and opened the folding doors completely. Zahid and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a small mattress in the corner where I guess Mansoor slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked of something I couldn't quite place... probably just grease and male sweat. In another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone."Can I use the phone?" I asked."Yes sure." Mansoor.
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