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"Which part of India, Roger, your complexion is exceptional, not Indian, not Western but something in-between."
"I believe we are from a coastal town South of Goa," said Roger rubbing his cheeks with both his hands as if testing the quality of his complexion. His friends have remarked about this it too, but they compared it to a woman's. It annoyed Roger, but not now. He was pleased that Auntie admired it. "My father says my complexion must have come from some distant unknown Arab ancestor," he continued. "He says that for thousands of years Arabs came in their dhows and traded along the coast, and some great-great grand mother must have fallen to the charms of one of them." Auntie found this Arab connection funny. She laughed. Work over they trudged back, this time carrying the bags slung on their backs.
"Room 235," said Auntie as they parted company at the corridor fork, "feel free to walk in without bothering to call first."
Roger went to his room, threw cloth bag on the carpet, and lay down. TEEN SLUT BUS liked Auntie. Thrilled rather. She was not young, double his ageˇXthirty-nine or forty. There was no need to know her age of course. A woman is as young as she looks and Auntie was young looking indeed. And she admires his complexion and maybe more. Though he was twenty he had not much luck attracting women so far, and he was pleased with the new experience.
Filling three washers, emptying them and transferring the clothes to three dryers and removing the lot, and bundling them, and carrying the heavy bundle up one flight of stairs was back breaking work. Roger was tired. He slept.
