India, Kovalam,
still late at night.
A fly had the "honourable" luck to land on my Chicken Fried Rice under preperation in the kitchen. I find the poor creature back in a heap of rice on my spoon 10 minutes or so later. His body fluids having coloured the rice around it a deep scarlet red.
The color reminds me of Rona`s menstrual flood that came out of her private female part together with my male member - both of it prematurely - only a few short weeks ago in our room in the Evergreen Hotel in Jaipur.
Our last attempt at Cupido`s game allthus ended abruptly and, in a way, disasterously
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