I flexed them experimentally, wiggling myfingers in front of my face. I was still in control so far, at least,since my hands were certainly responding...properly.I looked up at Yung and smirked. "I'm back," I told him, happily. Notthat I'd ever left, you know, just that I... hadn't left... hadn'tbeen... -what? What was I saying? I thought about opening my mouth toclarify myself, but decided against it. A moment later I opened itanyway."Star jumps, was it?" I found myself asking. "Why not make it. "Well, good evening," said the gentleman in a well-articulated voice. "It's Paul, isn't it? My name's Virgil. Like the Roman poet celebrated by Dante. It's a pleasure to meet you. Can I get you a drink?" Erm," said Paul who usually just asked for a beer but was sure he should demonstrate rather more sophistication. "I'll have what you're having." A Merlot, then," said Virgil, gesturing towards the barmaid who nodded in reply and poured out another glass of the peculiar red liquid. "Excellent. . She was a sort of mousy redhead about thirty. She was with her husband…..Yeah that sounds like her… Grace, huh… OK, thanks for the number.” That evening Rita called Grace. She wasn’t sure why. She just wanted some support or some clue as to what she was feeling. She wasn’t sure what to say. “Hello.” “Hello, is this Grace? “Yes.” “My name’s Rita, we met at Sally Trent’s Christmas party, I doubt if you remember. I had to attend due to the absence of all my family as they were attending other functions.Now, coming to the story, I met Raani my distant relative at the marriage hall. I met her long ago may 10 years back and we both were good friends before our marriages. Now, both are married and settled in life with kids. I never had any bad intention when we were chatting nor I had paid any attention to her body. I just wanted to attend muhurtam and want to leave immediately to Hyderabad. It was a.