"Who are they?" Julie asked him, grabbing his hand underneath the table."Looks like they're Dr. Carson's ... children," he said."So they're your broth...r and sister?" Actually, no," he told her. "Dr. Carson was pretty specific – we're not related."Michael just sat there for a moment, contemplating this latest turn of events in his life."You," Michael said; pointing to the boy. "What's your name, again?"Stoically the android replied, "Chip, Sir. Chip Carson." And you?" Michael said, looking at. But I could never fix that gaze, as she would quickly look away or do something goofy when I tried to fix it. So I let it go.One night I was talking about her with my wife when she said, "Angela is into you, I can tell. I've seen her look at you. You should try and ask her over one night." Now this may seem strange to you, but as I said before, we live a very open sex life. Now I have several girlfriends that I see, but making a move on Angela was very hard, because she was so casual. Other. I am 25 year old. Belong to Delhi and is working in a private company after completing my MBA.This is a real incident which happened with me with a girl in my neighborhood.Her name is Pooja. At the time of incident she was studying in class 12th. She was 18 yrs old. I was in college. I was good in studies. everyone in the neighbourhood liked me for my good nature . One day when I was going to market in the evening , I met Mr Sharma, father of Pooja.We shared pleasantries. He looked little. Campbell’s room at the ward, but it hadn’t stopped me from quickly relieving that tension the moment I got home. I stared at the cork board with all of my photos, and the notes I took from my observations. I stared at it like I was some ‘beautiful mind’ genius, trying to find the connections to everything, like some puzzle. I tried like hell to see how everything fit together, but my mind just wouldn’t shake the image of that young redhead about to blow me right there against the concrete wall..