William Morris, passenger from Dallas on QF15, please come to the passenger information booth," the PA system called out."Bugger," I swore under my br...ath. "I wonder what that's about. Maybe she's got delayed?"I made my way to the information desk, and waited until the person in front of me at the counter had been served."Yes, I'm Mr. Morris, I was just paged," I said.The woman took a large manila envelope from the desk, and handed it to me."A woman dropped this off earlier this morning, and. I merely told her about my promotion and that I would be very busy when I returned. But, like I said, I missed Marcel, missed Madeleine, missed the warmth of his pub, so I decided to screw up my courage and pay him a visit. I was glad I did. I was surprised to find the place nearly deserted, but that didn’t stop Marcel from hustling out from behind the bar to greet me when he saw who it was that had darkened his door. ‘Monsieur Robert!’ he exclaimed as he enveloped me in a bear hug, then bussed. He introduced himself as durai, and by seeing his wife he said, “She is my wife meena” .. And their son pranav .. Again she smiled when he introduced her to me.While talking with him I planned to be with them few more mins … Actually not with them .. With her …Yes! I liked her very much, her smile, her “Hmmm” sound, her face, her curvy hips …They opened the gate and entered the house. I saw only them and not even a single elders. I thought to ask him. But I want to speak with meena, so I waited. Her full lips were trembling and one lone tear slid out of the corner of her eye. He knew at that moment that he had to have her. But he also knew that he would have to share her with the crew if he didn't want to have a mutiny on his hands. He didn't mind sharing but he wanted to have her first.As I looked through the window, it was like looking into the eyes of a God. With his long, coal black hair, tied back. Prominent, finely chiseled nose and his piercing dark brown smoky eyes looking.