Pankaj ki daring pe Sangita khush hui par daar se uska dil aur zoro se dhadakne lagta hai. Mamma dabne se woh hakle se cheekte boli,”Ahhh,Pankaj dar... ho raha hai,kyon daba rahe ho aaisa?Dekho mai kuch nahi janti yeh sab,mujhe please tum jane do Pankaj. ”Pankaj samajha ki Sangita sharm se inkar kar rahi thi. Sangita ka sina halke masalte uska gaal kiss karte Pankaj bola, “Sangita tujhe tera dil dikhane maine sina dabaya. Dekho mujhe pata hai hai tu bhi mujhe chahati hai to kyon itna tadpa rahi. Its…”Standing behind you, adding you to this oil panting of a utopia, I find the words that come to me more easily than anything ever has. “It’s perfection”You simply nod, seemingly on the verge of tears. I approach you from behind and wrap my arms around your midriff. I lean my head against yours, you relax yours into my shoulder, and for what seemed like an eternity, we stood there in silence. This time I broke our silence. “This, all around you my love, is what you mean to me.”But this time. It was all just kind of surreal.I don’t think I’d moved more than a few feet from where I’d first seen my dad in the whole time since. I’d sort of been figuratively pacing a few feet back and forth in my chair. I’d learn later that I had been talking to myself. At the time I didn’t know I was, talking to myself that is.I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Sam,” I looked around at him. He kind of motioned me to follow him off of the patio. I looked at him. I looked down at my dad, someone had covered. As I progressed through the day my thoughts kept dipping back into the colourful weekend I’d spent with Brad.When we had first caught sight of each other, the sexual attraction between us was evident; our eyes had sparkled at the sight of each other. We had both matured some, and fortunately it had been a beneficial process for both of us. Brad was simply a handsome hunk and the compliment he’d payed me was saying I was far to yummy to be a mommy.He’d obviously meant it, because when we’d gone.