Poisoning the past. Please from my heart the depth of my belief in you!’ The sound reverberated from the mountains, streams, the heavens yet a whisp...r. ‘Raven my child take out a poisoned arrow out of the quiver. Face this tendril and in one mighty blow, hit it towards the center of it.’ Raven’s fingers were nimble, she brought the arrow to her lips. She didn’t hesitate her Salvation gave a direct order. Blowing the arch in the arrow was high, higher straight. It hit the singular icy bony. I was in Marco's restaurant walking around when the place got quiet. People stood up from their meals and walked to the bar area. The wait-staff and busboys were also congregating. Curious, I mentally pushed people aside to get me a prime spot in front of the TV.The President was ... telling it all. I breathed a sigh of relief!The people the President called to the podium were using small words and some had accents, but they laid it out plainly.No more sex.No more babies.We watched in silence. The sound ofyour breathing behind me reminded me of the morning we had just spent inbed lazing; your snuggle as ever were so fantastic, and I lapped up yourscent as if it were the most expensive fragrance. Whatever you were doingon the computer it had totally engrossed you, and for the moment I let yoube. It then struck me to do the meal I had been planning on for ages; youknow the one I had been on about for a while. Without as much as a word Islipped downstairs still in my red nightie. I know. I wanted to smell his stench. He called me up at 5 in the morning. He was about to be there.I took my car and went to the station. I don’t know what was more wet, Bangalore road due to the drizzle or my pussy from the expectation and excitement! Thoughts were racing inside my mind.We finally met at the railway station and hugged each other like any other normal couple. I looked around and thought what we were about to do was crazy. The secret we shared, I felt like I was in a spy movie, meeting.