My Masters thesis is effectively finished. I just need to work on the write-up a bit. My days as an M.I.T. are coming to a close. I've done a bit of i...terviewing in the Cambridge area, not as much as most graduating students, but with my Masters of god-dom in hand it's hard to worry about that.Melanie and I have experimented a bit with having sex at lower gravity. No gravity at all was a comic disaster. Melanie and I have a private codeword for anything ridiculously funny, ZGS, which stands for. The same facility was not extended to my mother. He often kisses and hugs at any given opportunity at the shop. Somehow he made me to believe that he is going to marry me. The Sewalal always slept in the shop where his parents stayed at home at night. After few days he started to come to my home at night made my mother to believe that he is going to marry. Since then life was smooth for us as we didn’t have to worry about our daily bread. Mother always suspected about his family will ever. I heard footsteps on the path and looked out of the window. Gramps was marching off down the street, head high and arms swinging, but I knew he was hurting inside. He had confined in a male hushed way, that he desired hisown space after all this time, what ... thirty years married!Why he told me I don’t know, but living with them because of my mum and dad splitting and being male, I suppose I was a shoulder to cry on, I felt hurt me too. Why own space? What was I supposed to do, didn’t he like. ”“I know somebody at Arthur Andersen who might be able to help us get a good deal,” I grinned.“Speaking of your sister, I get the idea that things are kind of cold between you two. And not like when she was angry. Something else happened.”“I’d say it’s because she moved in with Ed and is working hard on that relationship, which is exactly what I want her to do and what I advised her to do. I told her she had to go to Ed for anything she needed, and if he felt my input was needed, then she could.