I opened the box and pulled out a large bear that was a replica ofthe one I had at home. This one was slightly different because it had mysignature em...roidered on it like the bears I had given to the two littlegirls already. But even more importantly, it also had the signatures ofevery single band member embroidered next to mine.I got a couple of curious looks as I passed the bear around so each ofthem could get a closer look. They knew immediately that it held somesignificance, but it was also. They fussed around us, re-arranging the table, pouring water and unfolding our napkins."Isn't that a stunning view," said Bill, "I never got to sit at one ofthese balcony tables before, I think they reserve them for people whothey think the other diners should see. We are on a sort of pedestal uphere, plus, you get to see all of that." he said indicating the viewthrough the window. I looked out. One floor below us was the Operahouse balcony, where opera goers were sitting at outside tables. But, forgive the digression. Even though Pratheek and Savitha were seeing each other, it did not mean that their eyes were roving, though it was more of Pratheek’s than Savitha’s. But this tale is not about Pratheek and Savitha, but it is about Linga and Sanjana.Sanjana was recently married and had given birth to a child. She joined the work when the child became 11 months old, and she joined Linga’s team. Her husband was in Gulf and he left when she was 6 months pregnant. He was unable to take. . yuh... yess, Father. Hannh... Father... Faathherr..."the girl cried as the heat of her climax washed over her bulging belly. Her wide hips jerked and writhed and the pseudo-priest could barely restrain himself from taking the big, innocent virgin right then."Did it cum, sister? Did we satisfy your need? Will you be safe from Mr. Crisp, now?" Hanh? Annh? Ohh, sirr? I?... I... Ohh sirr? I think so?" the girl panted although she still had a feeling of emptiness, as if there was something more.