True, all very true. But that delicious hunk of beefecake over there, knows that you're just lusting for a night of forbidden pleasures in the garden of delights where the hot,steaming, tempting forbidden fruit of love is growing and ripening just waiting to be plucked and enjoyed. So what harm could one or two or a couple of dozen innocent trysts in some little room off of the marketplace have on the grand scheme of things? Nothing, nothing at all. Your eyes lock for a moment; the message is sent and received, there's an innocent nod of the head towards a door leading to a quiet room, Raj vanishes behind the door...You wait and wonder. Your heart is pounding with expectation. You look around the busy market place, nobody is watching, and then you go over turn the doorknob and step into the arms of white hot passion that up until now you've only dreamed of or read about in the Kama sutra. Even though it seems like hours, in actuality, only a few minutes have passed. You adjust your clothes run your fingers through your hair and step out into the busy market place, and look around nobody knows, nobody suspects...You smile until the next time you have to go to the market.


Once again biology trumps sociology, psychology, anthropology...