“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you’d been sent back to Borneo?”“I was back at Borneo,” Dervish McTavish chuckled. It was a rea... chuckle, if somewhat forced. Dervish reflected wryly that as much as he wanted to think himself immune to such things, he was still a creature of habit himself. He was still resistant to change. It was a failing he’d have to watch out for. Not conforming to change could get you killed.And eaten. And not in the good way.“In typical bureaucratic. Vo dono 1 park main gaye main piche tha. Park main dono kush jaida paron ke piche gaye jahan un logon ne kissing suru kar di main un ke pass pahuncha aur dono ko darayaaur savita ko ghar le aaya us time mere ghar main koi nahi tha. Mera gharbhi khali tha. Ghar ate hi maine savita ko kaha “savita tu us larke se kya kar rahi thi. Yeh galat hai ” meri najar savita ke boobs par thi un par larke ke hathon ka pasine ke nishan the. Savita ” kamal ji aap ne dekh to liya fir pooch kun rahe ho “kah kar. . ) Getting word one day that her grandmother had been feeling under the weather, she baked a basketfull of goodies to take to her. (brownies, rice krispie treats, chocolate chip cookies - for those who are sticklers for detail). Ever since her parents had disappeared in a horrific Bermuda Triangle accident 2 years ago, the old woman had been her only kin and she felt it was her duty to see how she was faring. Donning the red hooded cape that her grandmother had made her, complete with matching. "Look, Dan," he said to me. There was a long pregnant pause. "I got myletter today." He gestured with a nod indicating something obvious."You know." Oh," I said. "Sorry." I was stunned he'd told me. Even though I'dknown for hours, I was still struck mute. I hadn't prepared for him toactually tell me that he'd received the letter. That had seemedunlikely, and I had not practiced responses that were sensitive andupbeat. "So, you OK?" I asked."Well, yeah. I guess I'm just gonna have to decide if I.