Jimmie nailed his balls to the wall, with maintenance and child support. Then they heard my suit. The judge was a crusty old coot who had divorced two...cheating wives. Luck of the draw, I guess. He walked out of chambers holding my report. It was at least an inch thick. He lay it down on his desk, and sat, fingers steepled, for a second. Then he started talking."you know, I hate these cases. I usually get three or four a year, and I cringe every time. It's usually a bunch of whining and finger. I work in the film industry, as an assistant director. I am based in Mumbai and currently shooting a film in Mangalore.This is an incident which happened after my escapade with Nisha. Suddenly my company in Mumbai wanted me to come back because they were having some issues with contracts. So I had to fly back. We were on a 4-day break as the art department was building a massive set. And we were expecting a few actors to fly in from abroad. So it was an ok time for me to fly out.I called Nisha. And I need all the tips I can get, you know?I picked up the bottle from under the bar and poured another slug for the guy, it was only his third but he was light. He was older than me, late twenties maybe, and handsome or so I judged if he was cleaned up. Maybe even pretty with his bright blue eyes, high cheeks and softly pouting lips. His hair was black and cut fashionably short with just the barest hint of a cowlick, irrepressible and boyish and utterly sexy.But he wasn't cleaned up. He was. The engine was cut, and immediately the rotors started to slow.As the main rotor came to a stop, the passenger door opened, and a man jumped out. He put a stool on the ground for the other passengers to use. Elsa appeared next, and then Brita Jean Thorson. My heart actually jumped for joy, first at seeing Elsa – a prime object of my affection, and then at the presence of Brita – a new love in my life.I strode down to the aircraft across the manicured lawn. “Brita. I’m so glad you could.