The air of India, that indescribable desire for balance. I was working in Varanasi. By day I was the chief commercial officer of a firecracker factory, by night I gave massages to tourists at the Man Mandir Ghat. I had a YouTube channel on which I uploaded videos of my messages and I had a fair number of followers, so much that sometimes some Westerners specifically asked for me. One evening she arrived. Unfortunately she wasn't Tanya, but she looked a lot like her: same eye shape, same figure, same hair color. Fire into fire. When I started rubbing her back, I felt something. Call it however you want, it was definitely something that couldn't be ignored. She felt it too, so she turned her head to look for my gaze. As she did so, she slightly raised her torso and I glimpsed her breast. Fire into fire.
