She replied it with smileys, and said, “Sharam nai aati kya, apni umar se badi ladki ko koi aise msg karta hain kya”I said, “Umar bhale kam hain... par bada toh ho gaya hun na, pr sorry agar tujhe prob hain toh”.She replied, “Haha! Prob toh kuch nai hain, bas dekhna chahti thi ki tu kya reply dega, aur aise msg bhejne ke pehle sochte mat jaa, we are big enough to laugh on these kinda jokes”.I said, “Ek baat kahu, uss din jb hum shadi ko gaye the, you were looking damn good”, I felt tensed a bit. With each bar we’d go to we’d either decide there really wasn’t much going on, wasn’t feeling the vibe or it was just too damn loud! Wait a second, I thought; have we gotten so old that loud music started turning us off? Nah! We just wanted to actually hear ourselves talk. We eventually decided to cap the night off at the local bar close to home for all four of us. As we walked in we were greeted by some others we knew, exchanged pleasantries and ultimately chose a small table to sit at. I. We chatted, getting to know each other, and before we parted, she agreed to a couple more dances that night and a ride the next afternoon.I caught a couple of glimpses of Candy while we were dancin' and she looked a bit put out. I guessed she was happiest if no one liked me, including herself. She did stop by later and hint at a dance and seemed miffed when I told her I had promised Roxie the next one. A couple of times during the evening I caught her staring at me but when I did, she gave a. Stephen was reading one of the medical journals he subscribed to, and Samantha was working on her homework at the dining room table not far away; Kathy and Rachel were watching television. I took Lizzy along so she could watch for changes – it was still hard for her; the first time she saw Sam it was so bad she could hardly look at her. We had assured her that Sam was likely one of the better ones because she at least knew that someone, somewhere, was trying to do something about her situation..