“lekin madam baaki dono blouse aur petticoat bhee try kad lo…” “ log , tumhare bachhe (tailors outside ) kya sochenge ki hum itne der se ander...kya kad rahe hai” kusum expressed her fear. . . Master patted her shoulder and said “madam trial mey time to lagta hi hai.. Kabhee kabhee to ghanta se bhee jyada lagta hai.. Jub school /college ki girls aati hai to unko satisfy kadna muskil hota hai” he looked deeply in kusum’s eyes and said “ madam 20 saal se ye dukan chala raha hun lekin kabhee kisine. Only get into trouble if I’m there.’ I knew then what was bothering Dad, what had made him unwell. It wasn’t his back paining him. His body craved a drink. ‘You don’t have to do this, Dad.’ The line of his mouth grew grim. ‘No Flick, I do. I gotta do it for you.’ His gaze flickered up to meet mine. ‘And for me.’ The tears sprung up so easily I was shocked. ‘Maybe I could call the doctor? Take you to the hospital? They could help you get through this.’ Dad shook his head, ever stubborn. ‘Ain’t. Senator Mortenson has been nominated to become the next Director. Mr. Davenport, you will no doubt be surprised to learn, has fallen into a kind of coma and is not expected to wake up any time soon. His replacement as acting Director is still being discussed within headquarters, but Congressman Bustamante is heading up a congressional investigation into our former Director's untimely death and the acting Director's sudden sleep disorder. And lastly... we've been going thru Mr. Davenport's. There was a pause and he pulled me in again and we kissed this time my tongue explored his mouth his hand went between my legs he undid my zip, unbuttoned my trousers and went straight down on me, your such a good lad, he said and repeated the words I do think the world of you Chris, and I know we could do anything to please each other wouldnt we, he asked. Yes Mr Watson we would .. I heard myself reply , with that he leaned me back into the sofa and took my trousers and pants off, I am.