He’d never trusted his PA with any of his passwords, but she was easily smart enough to find them if she wanted to. And after the look he’d seen i... her eyes the night of the party, he knew he’d hurt her that badly.He knew he could get the cartel to find her, but that would mean admitting how badly he’d fumbled his own business, even though it had only been his own money the little skank had stolen.He took a deep breath. He still had his practice. He could build it back up. At least Nova hadn’t. ‘Pah! Who says it’s wrong, Stan? Am I wrong to be with Elaine and Susan? Am I wrong to be bisexual? Are they wrong to be lesbian?’ Stan felt suitably humbled. ‘Sorry, Denise. No, you’re not wrong of course. You have every right to your feelings. It’s just that… well. I was brought up traditionally, I guess. Lord knows I’d find it hard to explain this to my mother, and my father would be sitting there winking at me as if I’d managed to work the best scam ever!’ ‘Yes, Stan,’ Anne broke in. ‘But. "Gopal, tum zara try karna" She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment " main tired ho gayi hoon" Saying this she left the room, and Gopal climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work. Once in a while Anu would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Gopal went on with his work of bringing down the books. To my dissapointment, she took her bath while Gopal was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the. Jonas's black hair was starting to recede slightly which was the nearly the only concession to his 38 years in this life. His unlined light olive complexion, thin face and wide spaced eyes were bequeathed from some French ancestor that had settled in the Louisiana swamps about two hundred years ago. The hard winter gray of Jonas's eyes was the other concession to his age. His eyes looked very old. Jonas's mom said he had his dad's eyes. He didn't remember his dad. All he knew about him was that.