Peter: No what? So now, unlike my masterful piece of writing – put on stage in Liverpool, no less – the conversation starts getting tedious. No I ...idn’t make a back up copy. Yes, I know the importance of that now. Yes I will make a back up copy in future (fingers crossed). No, I didn’t make a hard copy. No, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Yes, you’ve saved my bacon – again. But all was not lost. Opening up my e-mails there it was. Not quite the answer to everything, and certainly not my. No fir mene pucha kyu wo boli mom dade bahar ja rhe h abhi mene kaha 5 mnt me aaya jab me ghar pahuncha to dekha usne night gown pahan rkha tha or andar kuch nhi mene jate hi usko hug kiya or kiss krne laga kiss krte krte mera land khada ho gya or mene usko bed pe lita diya or pass let kr kiss krne laga kiss krte krte boobs daba rha tha wo moin kr rhi thi mene lip kiss band kr uske ak boobs ko muh me lekar chusne laga or dusre ko hath me lekar dabane laga or dhire dhire uski nighty utar di or. " I stammered. He walked towards me..looking deep into my eyes. He stood a good 6 inches above me. His hand threaded through my hair, my mouth opened to ask what the hell he was doing when his lips closed in over mine. He tasted of peppermint, fresh and clean. His tongue found mine, softly flicking over mine. I pulled away "We can't do this" I barely got out when he kissed me again. I responded. My mouth softening against his, my tongue searching for his. His hands pulling me closer to him. He. Losing sucks, Matt.” I wiped my eyes free of tears. “I think I learned two things today though.” “And what were those things Amy?” “Well, I guess that I got too cocky and maybe slacked off a bit in the race. I’ve never really been good at anything... well not as good at anything as I am at swimming and I don’t really know what I’m doing.” I was still trying to look down at the meet and avoid meeting his eyes. I felt vulnerable after the loss and didn’t want to deal with the feelings that were.