A solitary figure emerged from the soundless sliding doors of The Torch.“Hey ... Yo...” he muttered to the doorman, who just smiled politely. I lo...ked up and saw Kunthy, rummaging through his pockets. He looked a bit unsteady to me, and Qatar isn’t a country where you want to be caught drinking and driving. I walked up to him and tried to engage him in a friendly chat.“Hello, Kunthy. Did you have a nice evening?”Drunk as a lord he was. Okay, perhaps that was overstating it somewhat. Unfit to. Mylene was the bookworm. I was an accountant. She was fed up with my macho approach to housework as she had told mebefore. In this case I really am sure had told me a hundred times, unlikemost times when you hear this nagging clich? used. I would tell her she waslike a dripping tap with her nagging. She would slam the door and storm off.I told myself that I was the hunter gatherer and she was the housewife, eventhough with her novel writing she was now starting to bring home not onlymore money. Tu aaraam kar. Tujhe main kal chodungi. Love you.”Sonu Goli ke ghar jaati hai. Dr. Haathi waha somose thoos raha hota hai. Sonu puchhti hai, “Haathi uncle, Goli kidhar hai?” Haathi kehta hai, “Woh apne kamre main gaya hai. Kaafi naaraaz hai.” Sonu jaldbaazi main kehti hai, “Ha, usko pata chala hai ki Tapu Komal aunty ko chod raha hai. Main ja kar uska mood banati hoon.” Dr. Haathi chauk jata hai par fir se apne Samose thoosne lagta hai.Sonu Goli ke kamre main jaati hai aur darwaaza band kar. That night in taking Diane out to dinner was not a disaster but it was close to it. The problem started when Diane suggested the go to a new Italian restaurant that had just opened which had good reviews. Tom agreed to go there although he was not a fan of olive oil which he found was liberally used in these restaurants.Diane was nicely dressed in an outfit that emphasized the big rack she had.After valet parking the car, they entered the restaurant. Tom could tell immediately by the interior.