"I seem to behaving problems turning my computer on. I think the plug came loose.Everyone else is at lunch, so there's no one else around right now. ...ouldyou be a dear and crawl under my desk and put it in for me? I'd do itmyself, but this skirt is a little too short for that kind of thing."Kathy gave me that smile that turns me to jello, and her comment abouther skirt seemed plausible. So I agreed and crawled under her desk. Ihadn't realized until now, but she must have the biggest desk in. "Not right away, but come next weekend Manya", said a very drunk Desh. Manya could hear something in the background, but could not make out what it was."Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have talked about this before. I do not want to move, not now, not in a week. Not ever. Do you hear me?" half-shouted Manya, now on the verge of tears. She had given up everything for Desh, she gave up her job at the school to take care of the kids, she had married Desh and in. ”“Yeah.” I said.“That’s gonna leave us all pent up.” Emma said.“That’s why I designed the car this way. By the way, did you two decide on which room you’re gonna choose?” Mom asked.“Yeah, Cyrus’s room.” Emma said.The truth of the matter was that we hadn’t talked about it. I looked down at Emma in a bit of shock. She wanted to live with me in my room? Hers was bigger by a few square feet.“But we need at least a full sized bed in there.” Emma said.“We’ll get you two one as soon as we get back.”. Claire had been told to deliver this small, light-weight box up to ‘Department ST’ on the top floor and then follow instructions.The intercom buzzed and then Susan’s gentle voice told her to push the door open, and leave her clothes on the hanger inside. After the endless brightly-lit, but featureless corridors, Claire was now in a small intimate room – quite dark except for rows of sex toys on shelves, illuminated by spot lights. Deep plush carpet on the floor, a wonderful scent she couldn’t.