Mostly all I felt was the memory of their soft sweet bodies. Anywhere was heaven with them in my brain. I'd been so happy to see them in the hospital... so happy to see them both alive and healthy and with my babies almost ready to come out into the world. After my failed marriage I never expected to be a father. I'd sort of lost interest in that sort of thing. My first wife hadn't left me with a lot of fond memories. Our seperation had been cordial. She got what she wanted, a moderately. He was of the opinion the girl was much too fair to be a nun and she needed to be questioned about her intents and purposes.The young girl was known to the citizens of the Northern regions as "The Needle" because she carried a pair of thin long steel spikes that would easily go into one ear and out the other. It was a fact that her exciting curved body was best hidden from view because it often started trouble between lust-driven young lads desirous of a quick tumble with the laughing maid. In. Life seemed to be nothing more than the start to finish of a word processing document. Not where Joyce had seen herself being at the age of twenty-eight but as she kept telling herself, “Beggars can't be choosers.”To be honest it wasn't the worst job in the world and everyone she worked with was friendly enough. Admittedly she could live without Jack from management gawking at her chest every time they meet near the vending machine. It was by no means that Joyce disliked being looked at by. He has always been a very ambitious young boy, I am very happy for him as well. His father used to tell me, don’t interfere while they are chasing their dreams. Let them fly. I have let him chase his dreams.Each time when Meera returns home, she will be gloomy for some days, I often feel very sad to see her suffering like that. Sometimes, I tell her to stop worrying about the problems, ignore them and stay happy. After hearing it, she gets normal for some time but again goes back to same old.