I tried to concentrate on tuning the TV but I could not stop my eyes being drawn to the wonderful sight in front of me. Linda leaned to one side to pu... her glass on a nearby table. As she sat back her legs opened a bit wider allowing me to see her red panties.Somehow I managed to drag my attention away from her legs long enough to finish tuning the TV.'All done' I said as I pulled the old TV out and pushed the new one into the corner.Linda stood up and came and sat on the floor beside me. A good road to take if you’re transporting ten pounds of pot. A really bad choice if you plan on having an accident. I pulled out my phone. No service. Seemed right. There was no reason a shit like me deserved a break. I lifted up my shirt to see the wound. More of a gash really, about two inches long and maybe an eighth inch deep at the worst. Nasty, but not as bad as I had first thought. The side view mirror informed me that my bottom teeth had torn into my lower lip. Blood had soaked a bit. Then came the usual humiliation and rebukes which made me feel like a worm, and I wanted to die at that very moment. Little did I notice that the weather was changing keeping pace with my mood, the sky was overcastted with clouds and then came the rain , torrential rain which continued for around 3 hours. Anyone knowing Kolkata would know that if it rains what happens to Southern Avenue, it transforms into a river. Anyways I was desperate to go home, but it seemed Nirmala Aunty was reluctant to. " Sir, Sergeant Baker reporting as ordered," I said, as I saluted after stopping in front of the Colonel's desk when told to enter."At ease, Baker," the Colonel said after returning my salute. "Have a seat. I have some questions that I need answers to. First though, tell me what happened at the awards ceremony on Thursday. Why were you seated on the side of the hall when the others were shown out?" The King wanted to talk to us. My father-in-law and me that is. We had a private audience with.