At last we reached the rock-strewn shore and hid our boat in some bushes so that our place of landing would not be detectable in the morn. We made our...way quickly to the small village near the encampment and found that, as is the way of military men, drunken revelry was taking place at a rough-framed publican's house called The Salty Cock. As we had neither money, nor a place to stay, nor food to eat, we shuddered to one another but accepted that this Cock offered our best hope for success, if. She asked about me a little more. I answered her questions. It became a usual routine and chit chat with her.Let me tell you about her. She was 35-year-old working woman, married with no kids, broadminded and modern woman. In structure, she was slender, fair in color, nice face cut and have fat in proper places. She usually used to wear shorts with the T-shirt at home.Days passed. Things were going normally. One Sunday morning, I came to my balcony. I saw her and greeted her. She was replied.. Addition to this I wasn’t carrying my driving license and this car wasn’t mine. I lowered the window glass. The guy in green shirt was on fire and started to abuse me for rash driving but the other guy was soft and was instructing my mistake. He was telling me that I should have stopped and at least see that he was fine or not. He asked me to come out of the car. There I panicked again, I started to beg them for forgiveness and I don’t even remember that what else I told them.The other guy. . I thought she would say anything but asked about the day in my college!! and i was cooled and i replied to her question. We are talking about the things like what was happening back in the hospital n all it’s night 10`o clock n we finished eating then she asked me to sleep in her bedroom as it was air-conditioned. Then i accepted and went into the bedroom and was trying to get some sleep but i`m not able to. Then after some time my aunt came in and asked “haven’t you fall asleep till now”.