He remembered more now than before and without the pain that he experienced earlier. He had received regular letters from Betty over the years and she...kept him informed of all that was going on. He in turn sent her pictures of the boys and told her of their progress in school. He never knew whether she showed the pictures or his letters to Nicky and never asked. He didn't want to know.He knew that Nicky had recovered from her coma and that she had attempted suicide. He also knew that she had. In the past, her husband had no idea she had left town or, for that matter, even the house. He wasn't one to ask how her day went."I, um, I went looking for a present for Julie ... for her birthday." What did you get?" he asked, stretching his neck to see."Um, nothing. I didn't find anything."The trusting preacher nodded and went back to reading his newspaper. Marge hated lying and worried about adding yet another sin to the list she'd have to answer to on her day of judgment.The days passed. ”“Fuck” I said, cursing my luck. “I am away from my car and my laptop is in it.”“This is really important, Rishi.” he said, now an edge to his voice.“Fine. Give me ten minutes and I’ll call you back.”“Again, I am really sorry, Rishi.” he said and hung up.“What?” Urvashi sulkily asked without turning around.“Honey, I will be back really quickly.” I stroked her wet pussy lips. “I need to go back to the car and read out some stuff to Sharad from my laptop.”“Hmmmm…okay.” She said in an exaggerated. Before I was a foot inside the barn, my cousin Hank—two months older than me and practically my twin in looks—ran to me. “Kate!” he yelled, grabbing me around the waist and spinning me around. “Hank,” I sighed. I looked him over from head to toe. His long, soft dark hair curled around his collar and ears, and matched perfectly three days of dark facial hair. His bright blue eyes and equally brilliant smile reminded me of my reflection, and I giggled when he scratched his gruff beard with dirty.