I drew and fired in what looked like one quick motion: CRACK! TING! A hit. That man stepped aside and I reloaded as he was moving out of the line. Jak... called out. CRACK! TING! Another man walked away shaking his head.The last man in line was the one who had put up the 50 cents. I was sure that he was expecting me to miss this time because my hand would be tired. Of course, he had no idea how much my hands and wrists had been strengthened by climbing in the rigging and setting the sail. Jake. Me – So you need to do whatever I sayR – Ok. So lets see whats on your mind Mr Smart Pants.Me – Fighting the dilemma of what to say, I went quiet and said my turn.Me – Truth!R – What do you want from all this? From me?Me – Hmmm. Prolonged silence.R – Guess I am getting late. Lets call for the cheque.Me – Hey! I think the evening just started.Ritu – I need to go home.Me – And I need your company for some more time.R – Listen, please understand. I need to be home, my hubby calls me at landline.Me. "You're a sweetheart," she said."Okay. Here is the plan. You call in tomorrow and tell them you're taking the week off. Write your letter of resignation with the standard two weeks notice. I'll ensure that you do not miss any paychecks," I said."Secondly, if you need to leave your house for a bit, you and your daughter can stay at my place until he is completely out. Is that understood?" I asked."Yes, but how big is your place? Do you have enough room for us?" she asked."Well, it's pretty. Everything moved faster now, she grabbed the hem of my t shirt and yanked it over my head and threw it on the floor, I returned the favour. I quickly dropped my pyjama shorts and stepped out of them, watching closely and Layla did the same thing. We melted into each other again and fell on to the bed. All the time we were giggling softly. I pushed Layla down and climbed on top of her, straddling her stomach. I kissed her once on the lips, then the neck, then the shoulder and slowly made my down.