Kolkata Medical University

"Kolkata Medical University"

"Excellent choice."

Irina leaves to send the email.

"Am I going to have to learn Hindi?"

"Bengali, moron."

"Am I going to have to learn Bengali?"

"Many Indians know some degree of English. I'm sure you'll be fine for a month. Besides, you're kind of a sex dummy."

"I guess that's one benefit to the centuries of brutal colonization. How do you know all this shit about India?"

Luciana sighs.

"My ex-husband was Indian."

"Oh."

"He got jealous of my patients, and thought I should stop having sex with them."

"Hmm"

"What are you implying?"

"Nothing" you say, sheepishly.

"And his Mother moved in with us, it was too much to handle."

You remember your ex-girlfriend, Maitri. You had met her Mother a few times. Honestly, it probably wouldn't have been too bad to live with her, if it had gotten to that stage.

Will the nurses in Kolkata look like her? Or has your grief and desire interlinked?

Irina comes back.

"Alright, they're paying for your flight. I've also created your prescription."

She hands it to you, as well as your plane ticket.

EJACULATIONS
5/DAY 1/MONTH

"Shit, the flight is in two hours."

"You'll still need one more ejaculation today."

Irina takes a minute to think.

"We'll send a nurse to fuck you in the taxi on the way. That's the best solution."