‘I thought it was coming out pretty good. I mean it’s not finished!’ ‘Hey,’ He smiled at me to calm me down. ‘I just mean … it’s sort ...f commercial, don’t you think? I like you’re personal stuff better.’ He shrugged. ‘That series you did of that old building, down by Chinatown. Now that stuff was excellent.’ He was using his hands now, describing the separate paintings. ‘The way you captured the way the light danced on the architectural elements and the subtle shadows that were created. I was. I opened the cover and inserted the CD into my PC drive. It wasnot playing. I opened the drive and took out the CD. It was all scratched atthe back. I cleaned it up with my t shirt and inserted it again. Still, it wasnot getting recognized by the PC. I tried two or three times but did notsucceed.Finally, cursing Renu, I went into thehall. Still pissed off with her, I started watching the TV. I made a mentalnote to slap her for this, when we meet. I was brooding over it, when the frontdoor. Also, if the chapter/letter titles (Final Letter, First Letter, etc.) could be in bold that would be awesome. This is part of my 69 Love Stories series. Hopefully they can go in so that they display in numerical order on my submissions site. Thanks! You get extra brownie points for this one.] Fair warning, this is an odd piece (it is not a story per se) that consists of letters from war and flashbacks to the night the two had together. Don’t go into it expecting a conventional story. This one. So it was only me and her. We went to the store room. It was a little dark room which only had a zero-watt bulb. We were standing so close to lift the cylinder and tried to lift it and bring to her house. I moved just a few steps and my hands started to pain. So, I placed it down and took a breath.By this time, she was standing very close to me. I looked into her eyes and she looked back into mine. I slowly placed my hands on her boobs over her nighty. She didn’t object me and kept staring into.