I joked with her that she probably added vanilla extract to her soft waves just to get me all worked up. I gripped the sheet and pulled it down, expos...ng her small and perky breasts and lean torso. She was so pale; her nipples were the perfect shade of light pink. I let the blanket pool around her hips as I kissed her cheek. She made a small protesting noise, “You need to sleep,” she argued. I moved closer, resting on my left elbow. She moved to lay on her back. Most women who slept with other. It seemed that perhaps I was not destined for the strangler or the hangman.“But, Comte, don’t you want to keep him here to grow up at your side?” I asked.The Comte thought for a moment and then he reached over and placed his hand on mine and looked directly into my eyes.“Monsieur Christian, I am basically a military man. I am an adjutant of Philippe, Duc d’Orléans, brother of the King. I am a companion of the Monsieur and of the Chevalier de Lorraine. C’est ma vie — It is my life. We share, how. Usne deal ka letter uthaya aur mere samne rakh diya. Maine sign karke use wo letter de diya. Usne wo letter le kar apne briefcase me rakh use band kiya aur khadi ho gayi. “Thank you Sanjay. Ummmeed hai hamara rishta aaj ke baad aur majboot hoga.” Kehkar wo wahan se chali gayi. “Kamal ki aurat hai, aisi aurten kam hi dekhne ko milti hai.” Nisha meri aur dekhte hue boli. “Haan tum sahi keh rahi ho, itna atmavishws kisi me kam hi hota hai. Pooja un aurton me se hai, jo chaha wo har hal me hasil. ‘It’s in joint names Ray, it has to be sold or you have to buy me out,’ Sally paused, and took another sip of her coffee. She never let a drop slip past her bottom lip to dry on the side of the cup, like she ate, nothing left on her plate, rarely a crumb. The portions carefully measured when she cooked. Raymond had a sudden vision of cooking for himself when he was single, big fried breakfasts eaten untidily and slowly on Sunday mornings while reading the newspapers, their pages spread across.