
Originally Posted by
Wayne
Never had a decent root with an Indian sheila. There have been some memorable ones: a street hooker in Lahore springs to mind. She was completely veiled when she walked up behind me in a market, rubbed the back of my hand and motioned me to follow down some gullies and up into her room. Strikingly beautiful disrobed with a lanky figure and piercing almond eyes. But the act was perfunctory and over quickly. The adrenaline from the circumstance was the buzz.