Sandhiya where becoming better friends sharing laughs, jokes and memories. We were doing the home stuff like washing, cooking, and groceries together....Even though there was a big age difference between us we were getting along well together.Days turned to months, things where same at the work but things where changing at home. Without notice me and Mrs. Sandhiya where getting closer now. We were no more speaking of random stuff instead we were slowly getting our secret public. Also our clothing. “Well, as I live and breathe. Is this Dara?” He said upon spotting her sitting on a log in the camp.“Doctor Owen,” her father said, his voice a mixture of pride and banter with his old friend.Dara couldn’t help but notice that Ronald’s questions and observations – right down to mentioning her bandaging up her brother – were almost identical to Chase’s. How two men who thought so much alike could be so much at odds was both strange and sad to her.Noticing that he looked anxious – excited – and. Out of the lift, out of the station. She crossed a busy street, then turned into a side street. I followed at a distance, curious as to where she was going, refraining from activating the vibrator, as much as I wanted to.We walked for five minutes, until the street broadened out into an open space by a palatial looking church. A fence and a low wall marked out the perimeter of the churchyard. Six benches and three red phone boxes – presumably there to please tourists more than anything – were. But it’s actually worse in Russian.”“Oh?”“Yeah, it’s an imperative, as in ‘go do it’, or an insult as in you have done it or want to do it.”“I think I understand now why she reacted the way she did when you were twelve. She would never tell me what you said.”“The dumb thing is I was joking with Dale about the word, not really using it. Mom didn’t care.”“I can see why not!”“She never told you?”“No. She simply said it was an unspeakable word which I shouldn’t ask you to repeat. She sure wouldn’t.