To ab story shuru karta hu.1 mahine pehle ki baat hai.Hamaare mohale mein choriya bahutbHo rahi thi to poona ne hamare ghar par baat ki k mai unke gha... sou security k liye.Mai to poora khush ho gaya. Mai to uske baare mein soch kar muth maara karta tha aur ab ussi k ghar mein raat ko jaa raha tha.Mai raat ko unke ghar chala geya.Wo mujhse kabhi kabhi chedti rehti thi.Unke ghar jaakar mai ne darwaja khat khataya.Poona chachi ne darwaaja khola.Usne pink colour ki maxi pehni hui thi.Usme to aaj wo. We know she was hit by a car because the driver stopped and searched the street.We heard the squall of tires and looked out the window. Since the auto was sideways in the street, we went outside.“Problem?” I asked the sixteen year old blonde.“I think I hit your cat,” she said, sobbing.Wendy immediately drew her into a hug.“You stopped,” said Wendy.“I killed a life!”Ever practical, I suggested, “You should move your car.”Wendy waved me away.A hurried consultation.“Keys are in it, David,” Wendy. You know what I think it is? I simply think that it has become fashionable to hate America. It’s been fashionable for a while now. They say we’re corrupt, they say we’re heathens, they say we’re ungodly. And they have a point to a degree. But do they have the right to assert their moral rationale on us? I should think not. I believe another factor is the underdog syndrome. No one likes to see the New York Yankees win the World Series every year. (Well, I must confess — I do, because I happen to. "Well" said the madam" my girls are always going though rough nightspleasing strange men's requests, so we though as a treat they could gettheir own back on a bad boy who deserves to be punished" Wh..what?" Steve was frozen in his place."Don't worry girlfriend," said the large woman "it's not like youhaven't been through this sort of thing before"At that time a group of leather-clad girls had come to the door, eachone sporting huge strapons. Steve's face went ghostly white asflashbacks filled.