Well, that scene in the bedroom was hilariously excruciating ("awkward to say the least", to borrow your own phrase). Poor Calvin! Usually you need two other people to feel like a gooseberry, and he really didn't get it, did he? Not power but
victory is the greatest aphrodisiac. I'm sure Pritha, in her steel magnolia kind-of way, goes most of the day turned on by the power she wields over the waiters and kitchen staff in her restaurant, but nothing like the high she gets at home from conquering, then raping, married women in front of their husbands. How I loved the way you handled her, trapping her in one of the most humiliating of holds and making her submit – and cry (twice!) – into the bargain. Yay, Kiva!
But you really didn't think through that sharing-a-bed-with-my-gay-friend-afterwards thing, did you? What any of us wouldn't have given to have been in his place! We would have understood exactly what you were feeling, but it was all, clearly, a mystery to friend Calvin. And his presence there
awkward to say the least. 
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Be it said in passing, I can't see any woman in Europe making the same mistake. Over here, boys and girls both, we're trained in kindergarten with square pegs and round holes, so that we'll be able to recognise and anticipate that kind of problem in later life. But I guess it's one of those lessons that has to be absorbed in earliest childhood. By the time you got to Yale, hon', it was already too late.
