I knocked on the door to Larissa’s apartment. “It’s open!” Larissa called from inside. I stumbled in with all my bags. The apartment was prett... spacious despite being in NYC. I knew her family was loaded before the lawsuit but not this loaded, damn. I set my bags down and locked the door. Where was Larissa? My eyes scanned the room. The kitchen, family room and dining room were all one big room. Only the bathroom and bedroom was separated by walls and doors. The apartment was fully furnished. I was born in a priest family of Brahmins and my earliest recollections of my childhood are often of the temple or of religious gatherings. This dates back to the early 1870s when the English sahibs set up their office in the small village called brahmpuri. It had a small population of around a hundred people and all of them were Brahmins. Since the village was full of beautiful girls and fair ladies, the sahibs thought this place the best deal to settle. It was located on the banks of river. It may even be the best that’s ever happened to you. He doesn’t deserve you; you’re too good for him. Why can’t you see that?” I was out of breath, for some reason I though if I spoke fast enough, she might actually listen; but like always whatever I said enter through one ear and exited through the other. I sat there for another half hour listening to her put herself down, cry, mumble, and just run around in circles about the same things… My head was starting to hurt,. There it was, again. It almost sounded like a siren. OOOOoooOOOooo. MIke opened the window to hear better. There it was, again. He studied the sound, then broke into a smile. Then he started laughing. Deep from the gut belly laughs. Misti looked at him like she thought he was losing his mind. Trying to talk past his laughter, Mike pulled her over where she could hear better. She STILL couldn't figure out WHAT was SO FUNNY!!! Mike managed to tell her, "That's a VOICE! Some body's getting laid,.