Barish bahut thand thi aur yaha aag lag rahi thi.I was so shocked.1 min continue kiss karne ke bad usne bola abhi koi aa jayega.Bad me milte hai.mujhe...tumhara cell no. do.Mai tumhe call karungi,par tum mat karana. Usko no. diya aur wahase nikala. Hameri phon pe bate chalu hone lagi. Bad me phone sex hone laga.10 din bad,Sunday evening ko usne bataya ki kalse uske pati ki morning shift chalu ho rahi hai.Subah 5 baje pati ofis ke liye niklega.Kya tum mere ghar aa sakte ho kya ? Mere man me khushi. A few drunk football fans had wandered past earlier, still talking about some penalty miss and stumbling into the highway. Clearly 1990 was not to be England's year either but he was not worrying about football, he was concerned about the beautiful barmaid who had served him the day before and whose movements he had followed.He scanned the road again. It was a busy road out of Bromsgrove, as it went towards Kidderminster, but the broken street lighting and adjacent park made it ideal and he had. "I said, "Both of you are right. But thank you Uncle Bill."Barry said, "It is too bad you could have not brought some beer."Bill said, "There is even some areas I won't cross. You can do all thatstuff in the morning when you take your family home."Nicole said, "Sorry Bill. I have to return the patrol car and get mycar. I can use Barry's or Bobbie's car."Larry said, "Nicole, take me to my Aztec and use that. It can work. Itdoes smell like beer, Ziller, and Kong. Then you do a littlebabysitting. ”I guess that was the end of Dad's story because after that he just sat there with his face in his hands and quietly sobbed.“That's okay Daddy,” I said as I stroked his arm. “We understand and we don't blame you for what happened. We don't blame mommy either. It was just one of those things that happens when nothing else can be done. But you don't have to worry about it. We're okay.”Dad slowly lifted his head and looked at me. I could see the question forming on his face and he held it in.