"One hell of an explosion! It got through, too. Ain't supposed to be able to do that. I hope it makes it easier for them to get us out. I have a hell ...f a headache."There was a tapping on the van and the same voice I heard before said, "You guys alive in there?"I didn't find that amusing at all.I moved over to the crack in the back door and said, "No, we're all dead!" Umm, is that you John?" I heard as a response."Yes." What the fuck are you doing in there?" Waiting to get out." No. I mean .... My head was filled with thoughts about Niyati. She was young, incredibly sexy and had such amazing thoughts. Her conversation with Sneha on Feminism not being male bashing but having the freedom to do what a woman wants blew my mind. I was amazed by her viewpoint on sexual freedom where she said that any person should have a right to have consensual sex with anyone irrespective of age gender or relation.She believed incest was okay as long as it does not lead to reproduction. Fascinating! As. Wild, crazy, horny, weird. That's better words. I'm exhausted. If you want anything, you'll have to take it yourself. I really need to rest for an hour or two. If that's OK with you." Sure, love. Bless you, and have a nice rest. I have a few things to do, anyway." I had hardly finished talking, when I heard her breathing take on the slow, steady rhythm of a sleeping person. I went upstairs to change out of my business suit into casual slacks and a polo shirt. Back downstairs I should have liked. Soon they left for the Registry Office accompanied by the Best Man and the Maid of Honor. There they went through the ceremony, exchanging rings and kisses and filling out the sheaf of papers to be officially married. Finally, the four young people headed out to the hall where the party was being held. A fiddler had been engaged. He’d play a few dances and then a romantic ballad. Sometimes a folk tune would get everyone singing along. Of course there was vodka a plenty. Every so often one of.