She turned and walked past me, then into the kitchen. I followed her as always, and as she sat down at the kitchen table her phone rang again. She sat...sipping a cup of coffee and talking with someone about carpet and wall colors. I stood in the middle of the room staring at her feet, and glancing around the room to see the morning mess. The broken coffee mug and coffee had splattered all the way across the floor. An half-eaten bowl of cereal and partial glass of orange juice was on the table,. ' 'Oh, okay.' 'Right! What's the story?' 'Story?' She nodded and raised her eyebrows expectantly. 'Yes. Story. Don't tell me...' 'Er... girl turns up unannounced; girl gets shagged.' 'Is that it?' 'Yeah. Well, there'll be a bit of oral first. Probably. There usually is. Why?' 'A story should be like a good joke. It needs a set-up and a punch line, something with a twist that makes you think. People get shagged every day in real life, so that's not enough to write about. Intelligent readers. I couldn't be happier right now. Maybe you aren't, and we'll have to deal with that, but I am." Lavender Mist Bwejeri," Lavender said, talking almost like she was dreaming."What?" Nilsen said, shaking his head again."Lavender Mist Bwejeri," she said again a little stronger. "Daughter of Xolan Bwejeri, Chief of the Zagwci clan, First Speaker for the Havila nation of the Kushitic people. That is who I am ... who I was." Very well, Lavender Mist Bwejeri," he said with a grin. "You are now Lavender. One day I could see my history teacher Lakshmi going to the first floor on the stairs. I could see her butt bouncing on her sari as she climbed the stairs. I started to think of enjoying her from that day. But I did not had the guts to tell that to her. Sometimes she even would stare at me and when I saw her staring at me, she would turn her face somewhere. Then one fine day she came to the class with a green saree and she looked real sexy in that. We had our monthly exams starting from that.
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