I fell on my knees and said 'Ms. Jane, I love Ms. Lucy very much and will do anything for her. I was about to seek her pardon for my mischief just the... as if she was waiting to hear from me that I love Lucy, I received the following message on my Mobile phone from Ms. Jane.Dear Aamir,At the outset, I am sorry for being harsh with you in that telecon and yet not altogether sorry, because I want that you should know Lucy very well. My Friend Ms. Lucy is an orphan having no relatives alive in this. Me uth kar unke ghar ke piche bane bathroom me chala gaya kuch der wait karne ke bad chachi bhi vaha aa gai.Chachi ne andar aakar darvaza lock kar diya fir mene chachi ki baho me bhar liya or kiss karne laga chachi bhi mujhe kiss karne lagi kabhi me apni juban unke muh me dalta or kabhi vo bahut maja aa raha tha fir mene chachi ke blouse ke button khol diye unhone bra nahi pehni thi me unke boobs ko dabane laga chachi bhi madhosh hokar aah… Aah… Karne lagiFir me unke boobs chusane laga chachi. . trying to make sense of everything. And I know that, somehow, it’s still my fault.”Carter could not stand this. Not seeing his best friend beating himself up over some fashion addict with a penchant for torturing every living soul in his path.“It’s not your fault,” he said with determination, his hands curling into fists, pressed against his thighs.“Thanks, buddy,” Aron took a sip of the strong drink and grimaced, but in a way that told Carter he was actually enjoying the burn in his throat.. I had slept much longer than I had intended; hoping to get an early start to the day. I quickly slipped on my clothes and wandered into the bathroom to wash up. I ran my wet fingers through my hair so I didn't look like a complete slob and made my way out to the kitchen. “Good morning!” Monica said with a smile. “Coffee?” She was behaving so casually, as if nothing at all had happened a few hours ago. And here I was still struggling to grasp what, if anything, it meant and to suppress those.