The next day, in the morning, Sidharth was still on his bed when Tanisha stormed inside his room. He slept naked last night but had a blanket covering...him.“Thank you so much, Sidharth,” Tanisha said to a sleepy Sidharth, standing by the side of his bed. Sidharth was barely in his senses.“You have no idea how happy I am. Your dad just loved the boob-job. I was really worried until you helped me calm down.” Tanisha bent down, to kiss Sidharth on his cheeks.Tanisha was in a black one-piece nighty,. . They left after a huge shit match, and let poor litle sarah at the bar with no ride home. She had flirted with me before, as most drunks do, but on this night I decided she was just right for the fucking... I mean picking. I told her I'd give her a lift after close if she wanted it, and that was all it took. for the next 3 hours she sat there driving me nuts with all her sob story bullshit, and as a good bartender, I gave her that crutch she needed. I also dropped a bunch of seeds, "oh. Josh arrived as usual at 730 hours ready for his workout; I however wasin my bathrobe drinking some hot Earl Grey Tea.He queried as to why I wasn't ready but I gave no answer and he beganto worry as he was sometimes taken to do."Are you alright Markus? Was it your date with Debbi? Did you get acall from your parents?" his line of questioning went on for severalhours as I did odd jobs around the house and watched TV, played on thecomputer, He wouldn't leave me alone. I figured I'd let it go on. Of ... everything. Later on it will make you say that you were lifted to a higher level – a level where new and stimulating questions entered your mind.Questions like: why do I need a job? What do I like about it anyway – it only usurps all my time and makes me worry constantly. What do I care about this damn apartment? Does it make me feel less alone, less miserable? Why should I care when nobody does? Other questions followed – questions that started to more and more look like answers. Why.