The one who opened his eyes to a new reality. The things Dominique showed him this evening were like a rainstorm in the desert. It quenched a parching...thirst then forced you to seek shelter. Michael poured himself a stiff glass of Scotch and retired to the living room sofa. A long pull from the frosty glass warmed his stomach but did nothing for the turmoil that roiled through his mind.How could so much change in one evening? Had Dominique transformed him or just shown him a glimpse of his true. Phle to ek baar use sungha,kya nashili khusbu thi yaaron..uske bad neeche se upar tka chut jeebh se chat li aur wo siskari pe siskariyan bhar rahi thi,fir jaise hi mai uske dane pe jeebh lagai usne mera sir choot me apne haath se daba lia aue apne pair mere sir pe roll kar lie,mtln apne pairo se mere sir ko hug kar liya aur mai chat bhi nahi paya i wo bri tarah jhad gayi mere muh me…aur fir chhod diya mujhe..mai jaise hi fir chatne laga wo puri buri tarah sihar gayi aur hil gayi aur mujhe mana. ," Sata's breath quickened as she brought her handsup to her head trying to remember. How could she forget where sheworked? She was just there yesterday. Her heartbeat started to poundin her chest as fear started to creep up into her.Sam closed his notepad and put it away. "Would you like to know whyyou can't remember anything?" he asked as he tried to put a comfortinghand on Sata's shoulder to which she batted it away and took severalsteps back."S-stay away from me!" she spat. "What did you do. There are a lot of Irish in St. Louis and my family immersed themselves in all the holidays and special celebrations. The Irish have an old adage or saying ‘Don’t be too proud or too happy because the devil will find you and slap you down. I’ve paraphrased it some but that’s what happened to me. *************** My parents were killed when our house caught fire and was destroyed late one night and I was suddenly on my own at 18. I woke up coughing from the smoke and disorientated. My dad rushed.