We weren’t the poor unemployed rioting blacks of big cities in the late sixties and early seventies. Partly because of the University and partly bec...use of the region, we had a fairly low unemployment rate. I lived in a pleasant house with a mother and father, two sisters, and a little brother. Pretty typical except that for a radius of six blocks, there wasn’t a white family resident. It had been that way since the fifties or longer.I was sixteen in 1970 and was proud that I’d managed to get a. Salman ek baar sheher bhi aaya tha aur tab bhi ye dono ese hi chup chup ke milte aur pyaar karte. Salman ammi ko apne pyaar ki nishani dena chahta tha. Wo chahta tha ke ammi uske bacche ki maa bane.“Aaj bhu utni hi khubsurat lagti ho jitna ke tum 12 saal pehle lagti thi”“Tum bhi waise ke waise hi ho salman”“Kya mujhse aaj bhi pyaar karti ho”“Bhala ye bhi koi sawal hua? Mein hamesha karti thi aur karti rahungi. Akhri dum tak”“To mujhe sabut do”Ye sunte hi ammi ne apne salwar ka nada khol diya.. The people I owe money towill kill me. Please forgive me, please, I'll pay back every penny.Please don't fire me, please, I'll do anything," I begged."Anything?" the boss asked quizically, raising an eyebrow."Anything, anything you want," I replied. "Just please, please let mekeep my job."The boss pondered for a few second before replying."All right. I'll offer you a choice. I have, emm, shall we say, certainneeds. Needs that my partner won't indulge. If you cater for theseneeds, I'll make. .there are those Psychiatrists who will wonder, "How long has this guy been paranoid?"In any event, the tumor was gone ... if the truth be known, the good surgeon was 'practicing' on a cadaver ... he wasn't all that careful where the scalpel went.DD was dead ... big deal.The one thing no one had counted on? Our good fellow surgeon made his own scalpels ... from the sharpest material known to man ... obsidian. A two molecule wide edge ... Obsidian blades don't "Saw" they slip in between two.