I helped to pull it to my home. She was wearing a nice low cut churidhar, as she bend low, my eyes struck in her boobs for first time in 5 years. She ...oticed that and asked “what are u staring at”. I said nothing. She came inside my home. As my parents are ready to go for shopping, they said they will be back in 2 hours and being my great friend, they didn’t doubt to leave two of us alone in home. They went. She entered my room closing the main door. Being regular visitor to my home, she knows. I'm not going to let those out-of-town gangsters win. Not after they tried to kidnap Kathy at gunpoint the other night. I'll torch the place myself and dynamite the entire foundations down to rubble before I'll let them win. I've got a couple of 'last ditch' items of desperation squirreled away in with the rest of my remaining antique collection, and if we can bust ass the rest of this week just fixing the garage and basement floors, after we do the seismic sweep tomorrow morning, then I can. ‘Why do they call you ‘Big Dave’?’ I asked after the fourth person we met greeted him so. ‘Simple. When I arrived here for the first time, there was already a Dave on station. He was just ‘Dave’. I happened to be taller than him, otherwise I’d have been ‘Little Dave’.’ He mused for a moment. ‘It might be interesting if a taller Dave was posted here, he’d probably become ‘Bigger Dave’.’ This seemed to amuse him. I thought it was a bit childish, and not that funny at all. We had been strolling. She nodded.There was a rustling of movement behind us.And then I was face to face with my son. I had been across the table form him at dinner, but this was somehow different, very different.“Hello, sir,” said my beautiful boy.“Well, and hello to you too, Ronald,” I said. He was skittish, but he came to me and gave me a not too enthusiastic hug. Well, I was used to that from adults let alone a seven year-old boy who was seeing a monster in front of him. It was clear to me that he wanted to be.