.. over easy, cathead biscuit, maybe two and redeye gravy. No ... just one biscuit ... but a pile of hash browns ... yeah ... with Texas Pete ... no t...basco. Two rashers of soft bacon ... not crisp. Buttered toast to sop up the runaways. A big water glass of mango orange juice.Sure, I could eat it all and wash it down with coffee.But ... I’d settle for coffee and toast.A step and movement at the hatch.“Ah ... you’re awake,” he said.Two mugs of steaming coffee, one in each hand. How he managed. In the shuttle to the airport it hit me. "what will I tell my husband? Will I see Mike again? Did I want to?" All those questions kept going in my mind as I sat on the plane back to the US and I played with the piece of paper inscribed with Mike's emailMike's Story The buzzing of my phone brought me back to the real world as I slowly came out of a deep sleep. My surroundings, unfamiliar for the moment, came into perspective as I recalled the events of the previous evening.Shaking out the. The doctor said that I have some unidentified heart problem and I do not have much longer to live –She hid her face in her palms and started crying. I cuddled her to my chest, kissed her forehead and said,– do not break apart, Fareeda. Everything will be okay. I am here with you. I will not leave you no matter what –She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said,– I think all this is due to the harsh sex life I was going through, qamar. Glad I did not pass it to you –– nah, this cannot be an. Whatever you say." The young girl looked long and hard at me, staring into my eyes. I could see her questioning thoughts. I stared back, unflinching. My eyes communicating that I was serious. Then I sensed she made up her mind. Slowly she stood up and stepped toward the door. Without breaking our stare, she nudged the door stopper free with her foot. The door swung shut and she reached out to turn the lock. I raised an eyebrow in a question. Mandy just smiled and stepped toward me. "Well . . ..