"I even put some rough numbers to it. It wouldn't cost that much and in the long run it would save us a lot of time."Stanton sighed again. His look sh...wed annoyance that he would be forced to listen to the young man, and then find a way to reject the idea."We'd save a lot of money in the long-run, too," Hal added.Stanton's eyebrows raised into an arch on the last point. "Okay, then; let's hear it."Hal recited the plan. He watched Stanton press his hands together and look at the ceiling."If Mort. She casually came to my house twice or thrice a day to meet my mother. I started looking at her without fear of being caught. In fact, I wanted her to catch me staring at her. So that she slaps me or punishes me. But nothing of this sort ever happened.After completing my board exams I used to stay at home and study for my advanced exams. I used to find ways to go to her house. Just to catch a glimpse of her body.She had birds in her balcony. I sometimes used to feed them and play with them. To. This would mean that the entire neighborhood would be lusting after her, knowing she's nothing but a cheap whore who cheats on her husband. But if that is what it took to make her son happy, she had no choice but to do it. With a firm resolve, she rose and put the diary on Deen's desk.As she made her way back to the living room, she continued to think about the consequences of the actions she was about to take. That she was going to take them, was not a question. However, taking them meant. In any case not first," Nisha objected."Nisha, first or last matters little," I said, "Somebody has to be first why not you."NISHA'S STORY"All right, as you say, Saheb," Nisha said clearing her throat.Before I start the story I think some background will be in order. I am the only child of my parents. As both my parents worked I always had a nanny to look after me. When I was ten years old when my chacha (uncle-father's younger brother) with his wife of two years came to live with us.Chacha had.