. different...”My ears pricked up (pardon the pun), and I said “Oh?” I reached across with my right hand to engage her chest – damned bra! “...hat’s Arthur want?”I watched her eyes. She couldn’t get it out, but it excited her. “You know...” she murmured.“No, I don’t,” I admitted, behind a raised eyebrow as I reassessed things. “But we might be in the wrong spot!”“Hmmm?” she murmured, but I ignored her for the moment – the conversation would take place across her chest, after all.I released her. Until today. This was fresh. I was in the natural habitat of strange kids, those I had never met. Anything could happen.God, I hoped I didn't meet anyone. That would be awkward.I decided to go left. I was near the top of the street, so there was a chance I'd come across a path down there leading back to yet another dead end, making for a circular trip. I could then make my way home, being there in time for supper. Supper was 5 PM, on the dot. You were NOT late. What happened if you were late?No. She told her name is Rekha.. And i was walking along with her doing shopping and helping her out to bring the vegetables to her home. she asked me to help her take it to her floor as the powers where out and the elevator isnt working.. After reaching her flat.. She invited me in to her flat for a cup of coffee..I couldnt resist and told her fine and entered into her house.. She went into the kitchen and made two cups of coffee one for me and one for her. And she was having it along with me… She. We don’t have telephone here.’ she replied apologetically. ‘Please come in out of the weather.’ she added seeing the accumulation of snow on our heads. ‘Sister! Please go get the Father. ‘ she said to a younger woman dressed as she was, down to the heavy cross. ‘Follow me, please.’ she added before turning to go through a wide doorway to our left. We entered a large room filled with rough hewn, heavy tables arranged in a semi-circle. At one end was a massive fireplace, logs burning brightly,.