“Nah, I’m in this. What did you get, Quincy?” Johnny asked him, intrigued.“Lemme just say, high nineties,” Quincy bragged. “What can I say... boys, I lay down the charm and it fuckin’ works.”Lucy had noticed I was paying attention to them and had decided to listen in with me. “Jeez, Artie is kind of stupid.” Lucy mumbled. “English is an easy class to ace. I can’t believe I’m dating him.” I said nothing, a glaring squint aimed at Quincy. The boys were laughing at something he said, something I. All night long, they stayed close to her sides, a level of intimacy they had never shared before. She still did not sleep well, but they were there to comfort here each time she became restless.The scariest part of all about Saturday morning was the thought of baring herself to Paul. But at the same time, it was her strongest motivation for being there. She cursed herself for letting herself look so awful. If she had just continued her disciplined eating and exercise, she would not even be. “Alas, Miss O’Shaunessy, whilst I may lay claim to being a gentleman — which some even may dispute — ‘well-behaved’ is not the attribute most people associate with my person. But perhaps, I am only moulding my own behaviour after your example?”“Would you care to explain that, Captain?”The boyish grin left his face.“Miss O’Shaunessy, I interceded on your behalf, no doubt doing you a favour when that Clanton lout molested you.”“Oh dear, how manly! You certainly put that fearsome man into his. After that unexpected sex session with Ramesh, I was afraid that I could get pregnant. Luckily I didn’t and both Chandran and Ramesh didn’t visit our house for the next few days.One day I got a call that my FIL was struck and has been admitted in the hospital. We went there and the doctor said that heart surgery had to be done. He had to stay at the hospital for at least 20 days. Unfortunately, my MIL was too old to stay back at the hospital and look after my FIL.So my husband told me to look.