.would you like to change?” he said looking at my wet clothes.i was wearing a punjabi suit, combination of white and blue. AC was ON and i started s...ivering a little.”You’ll catch cold..change your clothes nilu” he told me again…”Here???” i asked him surprisingly.. “Yaa..you can go to back seat and change it there.” he told me and stopped the car at one side.”Wait wait…i only brought some sarees to wear at wedding ..no normal clothes” i told him and signaled him to continue driving..but then he. “Well, you came in at the right time, did the right thing, impressed the right people, are one pretty little lady, soooo……, what else could I have done?” I said.“You have just made my life a lot more comfortable, Sir,” she said.“How old are you, and what is your name? My name is John Sherman, by the way,” I asked, “and please call me John or Johnny, if you will. I am a very informal guy.”“My name is Jean Porter and I just turned 18, Johnny.” She answered.“I knew a Bob Porter in High School, are. ‘He is a fine officer who has demonstrated great loyalty to us.’ His father raised his eyebrows, one seamed by a scar, at this. He knew perfectly well how loyal Tashka was, he was the one who decorated Tashka for his action in V’ta. ‘I have always hoped that one day he would take a General’s ring and serve me in strategic all our lives,’ Vadya said. ‘I love him … like a brother.’ ‘And?’ van H’las said carelessly, taking a delicate sip of his whisky with an appreciative sigh. ‘Tashka Maien is. While she still had time before her break was over, we looked at rings just to look, I walked her back to the store, giving her a kiss before she had to go back to work. Said, “I love you, sweetheart, I'll be here to pick you up when you get off work.” Watched as she walked back into the store and back to work. I went back home where I did a little work doing some decorating inside my truck personalizing it for me some more, adding a couple of hats of my dad's as a tribute to him. A few hours.