“Why so?” asked Chandra tentatively.
“You've the means to madden women,” she tapped him meaningfully.
“Thank you,” he hugged her, “you're the first to compliment me.”
“I bet,” she said, winking at him, “I won't be the last.”
“I'll cherish your praise all my life.”
“I too won't forget your fury in a hurry,” she said, squeezing him that made him groan.
As the madam called time, they stepped out of the cubicle in time.
Finding Rashid waiting for him in the lounge, Chandra felt vindicated. On their way back home, however, his self-doubts resurfaced.
"Maybe, it's a ruse to make men come back to her,‟ he thought. "Anyway, what a thrill it is having a woman!‟
While his sullen sexuality got a booster dose from her, his entrenched sense of rejection spoiled his rejoice. So, as a way out of his dilemma, he opted for a second opinion.
“You're the prescription for woman's nymphomania,” said the girl in awe.
As the third one was eloquent too, in time, he came to frequent brothels more for deriving pleasure than to prove his prowess. Thus, while his conviction about his virility gave hope for the future, fate, however, contrived a weird course to chart his time with women.