Red Tunic of Sex (8)

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    “Dare,” Arthur mutters in Gwen’s ear, चुंबन her neck.
    “Arthur, we are in the middle of a restaurant,” Gwen protests mildly, pushing his shoulder lightly.
    “We’re not in the middle,” he says smirking at her. “I specifically requested a secluded booth.”
    “I thought आप were being romantic, not perverted,” she says, a smile tugging at her lips now.
    “Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” he declares, waving his hand dismissively.
    Gwen...

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    12:28 p.m. finds Arthur sitting on a park bench beside a बत्तख, बतख pond. He sets a small shopping bag beside him and glances at his watch.
    “Did आप honestly think I would be late?” a deep familiar voice says, a voice that seems to always sound tired या irritated.
    “No. New watch. I like looking at it,” Arthur says as the other man sits beside him on the bench.
    “Arthur,” he says.
    “Father,” Arthur says back. Both men stare at the pond, not looking at each...