"No parents today?" sheasked."No," I replied, my smile growing larger. "I drove myself this morning.Sarah bought a car on Thursday." Congratulations,"...she said."Thank you," I replied. She smiled at me for a moment before turning tothe caring look that I was all too familiar with. I might not have talkedto her about what had happened, but it was obvious that she had heardabout it."I understand that you've had a pretty tough couple of weeks," herconcern for me was clearly evident in her words.. I only met her a handful of times when I was a teenager. I knew her son more. We use to go out when they visited Cyprus for their holidays.She lost her husband ten years ago. He had a heart attack. Without a father figure in the house, her son Chris lost his way. He went to rob a snooker club with some friends. They hit the manager of the club on the head with a bottle. The man died in the hospital a few hours later. He gave the police a description of Chris before he faded away. It was a quick. Maine us pad ko liya aur uski bhi smell lene laga. Us pad per blood aur white white sa kuch laga hua tha maine apni toungue se usko taste kiya main pagal ho raha tha uski choot ko lich karne ke liye.maine wahi materbate kiya aur naha ke bahar aaya. Preeti ne jab apna polythene wapas bathroom se liya to mujhe laga shayad usko koi shak ho gaya hai. Khair use mai bus mai bitha aaaya aur wo wapas apne ghar chali gai. Kaafi dino ke baad fir Preeti ka fone aaya aur usne kaha ki uska selection ho. " Her voice turned plaintive. "Laura..."Then she hung up. The next two messages were increasingly desperate, then jealous, then angry, the spitfire in Sholandra now coming out as her frustration mounted. But just her voice made Laura wet. All thought of Brandi, with whom she had shared such wonderful intimacy, vanished. She had to have this girl, just as she had to have her earlier, before Sholandra had given in. Her need had the same urgency.She called Sholandra. "I'm back, I missed you so.