It was going to be quite a first two weeks. He was relieved that he was not going to have to go through a protracted takeover from an unhappy and appa...ently ineffective predecessor.He arrived at eight o'clock on Monday morning. The receptionist was barely polite but did show some spark when he said who he was. His secretary appeared swiftly and introduced herself."How do you do, Mr Braithwaite? I'm Margaret Evans but everyone calls me Meg." She offered her hand.Nick shook it and smiled. "How do. Who knows, you may find him waiting for you after school before you know it," Mrs. Potter teased as she helped Kathy remove the last shreds of the school uniform."That would be... great," Kathy stammered, "just, just great. I'll keep an eye out for him." Now, hop in the shower and we'll get you ready for the next patient." Yes, Mrs. Potter," Kathy walked unsteadily toward the shower room.The sex therapist had a blue business suit laid out when she emerged. "This time, you're a sexratery.. I reached and the door was opened by Shweta. She greeted me in. I got on with work. I helped her downloading some pics and also complete her project.( Shweta was doing her final year diploma marketing). She thanked me and offered me coffee. While having coffee, we discussed a lot about my family and my wife and same was from my side. That was the first time when I saw some buried expressions in her talks and eyes. A sense of loneliness and sadness. To which I gathered my courage and tried to. The night was thick and silent. For the first time, we were alone and together. We were on the same bed. She was a few inches away from me. And I am here sleeping silently. I don’t know how much time has passed.But finally, I moved my hand, which went directly to her waist. Then pat came a reply from my mom. Mom: You didn’t sleep yet?Me: No, you? You also didn’t sleep?Mom: No.I pressed the waist. There was a moment of silence.Me: Shobha, when shall we do it?Mom: What?Me: Marriage? What were you.