At a bar...alone...drinking cola because I'm too much of a lightweight to risk getting drunk. Kind of sad and pathetic isn't it?You don't have to agre... so quickly you know!Anyway, you're not here to read about how much my love life "currently" sucks. You are here for the raunchy details of how that is all about to change. Our story begins here, in this bar, in about 5 more minutes. An old friend of mine will come strolling and buy me a drink that will change my life. The twist is that I can. Jerry Mhaisky, my maternal uncle from my aunt’s side, who used to live in a Govt. Boys Hostel situated in Nandel, near Cincinnati, Ohio state. I was attracted towards him and we used to chat. He informed me that at his hostel he had a separate cot, bed, bed spreads, blanket, pillow, a plate, a glass and a steel dish, beside books and note books. They get a glass of milk with sugar in the morning, lunch in the afternoon and dinner at night. Besides that there is a free local bus pass to travel. "What-what do you mean?" I mean exactly what I say. In three weeks time, no more, we will get married. You and Fitzroy will come to live with me." B-but, I can't!" Heidi protested, mostly out of shock than anything else. You couldn't just decide to get married, just like that."Why not?" Jake demanded, "I have enough money to take care of you and our son comfortably. He needs a father, and I'll be damned if I let any other man be that to him."He didn't mention anything about love. He wasn't even. Do as you think best, Thundercloud.”Anya was just finishing bandaging the now sewn up knife wound, when a young Apache woman carrying a baby came rushing up to the blanket where the gunshot warrior was lying.Miguel quietly told us that they were the warrior’s wife and new son. Miguel and I joined Anya and the two other ladies to examine the gunshot wound. As Juan had said, the wound was high, and on the outside portion of the leg. Luckily the bullet hadn’t hit either the bone or the artery.As.