I immediately asked if she was gay. If this was the problem, then she need not worry! But she shook her head. She told me that the best way for her to...explain this was to show me… And if I stayed after that… If I stayed and only then, would she continue to date me. I was cool with that. I asked her if this was going to involve bl**d, and she said no. I asked if it was going to involve pagan ritual, and she said no. So I agreed to let her show me. The next week, she took me out to some kind of. It was after couple of months after they moved in, I had had come back from my morning badminton games and was going to get ready for the hospital that there was a knock at my room door. Still in shorts and T-shirt I opened the door. It was Mrs.Sudha Sharma. I wished her and asked as to what happened. She told me that she has fever and cough for the last two days. I asked her to come in and told her to lie down on the diwan, which was my make shift arrangement, an examination table at home. She. We'll also need several loaves of bread sliced for the sandwiches."Coffee is on," Alice said, proudly as she finished the task.Fifteen minutes later, the elevator – seldom used to go to the basement, because it was all the way at the front of the building – opened in the basement with Alice and Terri each proudly pushing a serving cart. The bottom shelf on each cart had a cooler of iced drinks while the top shelves had several insulated carafes of coffee, tubes of Styrofoam cups, and large. They circled. She threw a punch, and he tried to step out of the way, but it connected. Knowing he had to retaliate quickly he punched back, but she dodged it, sending another one into his jaw. He was dizzier now. She threw another, dizzier still. He swiped out blindly at her but she ducked under his arm. She punchedhim again. He staggered backwards. She punched him one. Two. Three times. He was stumbling in place now. Clinging to hope, he threw one last clumsy punch, which she easily.