Budhara banda masta lamba heithila. Tuki ra doodha choto choto thila. Bia re bala bi uthi naa thila. Stree kahila emiti bi satare huanti. Haan foreign...country re sabu chale. Baap maa pua jhia sabu genha genhi huanti. Kama sarila pare sabu saman. Dekha sabu achi. Budha ra banda ku tuki ta patire purei chusila. Doodhaku daluthila. Khata upare sueiee tuki bia ku budha khaila. Banda ku pureile bi pasila ni. Khali banda aga ta tike tike pasuthila. Ta para sceen re pura famaily thile. Maa ku tuka. What could be nicer? She couldn’t get over the size of Brooke’s home as she pulled up the driveway, taking in the well-appointed grounds, the sheer acreage of it all. She shouldn’t have been surprised, Brooke’s company was highly successful. Some small part of Sabrina hoped Brooke remembered her fondly as she rang the doorbell. Idly, she wondered if Brooke’s daughter was anything like her, the same smile, sense of humor, what would she be like? Sabrina was not prepared for the dark-haired,. It was open at the neck, but not too far down, though a couple of buttons more and life would become interesting. She wore tight black pants underneath, and I was pretty sure they only needed a couple of buttons undoing as well. Gold was the theme of the night. All our guests were dressed – to a greater or lesser degree – in gold. Lisa conformed the least, a white linen shirt with gold thread, over faded blue jeans. Lisa wore slinky dresses and high heels every night at the club, it was her. .I awoke to the sound of the door at two that afternoon.It was Trisha again."Hi Paul." Oh, er, hi Trisha," I answered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Twicein as many days? We went for months without any contact at all and now Ihave seen her three times in four days. Things were looking up.Once again I invited her in and once again, we chatted about this andthat in the kitchen over cups of tea.I thought about telling her that something was happening, but Icouldn't. It was so strange even to me;.