Soon I could unroll the rugs again. Damp logs spat and hissed peevishly behind the fireguard, seeming to goad me with recriminations for my past selfi...hness and weakness. My circuit took me past Margaret's desk, anally neat and tidy as always, yet today somehow different. I looked again and realised that the change was a gaudy Christmas card poking out of its envelope, carelessly tossed on the blotter. I couldn't help reading the name and address and for a moment thought there must have been. After chatting about it some more, I went back into the bedroom, Del was laid on her side her arm tucked under her head, she was staring as though in a trance at the other pillow, I sat down on the bed and put my hand on her thigh that was covered with sheet, “are you ok sweetheart?” I asked like a fussy mother hen, she looked at me snapping out of her daydream, “yes, I’m ok, still a bit sore but apart from that I’m ok” she said patting my leg, “thanks for what you did last night by the way, it. Tum sirf mera dil rakhne ke liye mujse kahe rahe the ke men attractive hun.Me : no aunty aisi baat nahi hai.Aunty : To batao . Main bura nahi manungi.Me : (darte huve) Aap ka bhara huva badan.Aunty : What?Me : Han, aap ke bade-bade breasts, bhari-bhari hips, badi-dadi thighs…Aunty : Main samaj sakti hun ke tumhari age ke ladko ke liye jo bhi aurat apne pas hai vo attractive hai. Me : Shayad. Par abhi ke liye to maine jo kaha vo sach hai.Aunty: Chalo so jao anu kabhi hamari ye discussion ke bare. I stood there was a bouquet of roses for my girlfriend, and no one gave me a second look. I waited fifteen minutes before I saw her. She ran out the front doors, hand in hand with my archenemy, Gerard. He looked like an idiot, honestly: ripped body with a wide face and dead eyes. He was one of the star players on the football team of course. What else can a beefy guy do with his life while he has a name like Gerard? I had always despised him and made him look like an idiot by using my head. He.