I wanted you to say you loved me. You needed me more than breath. You felt me from a mile away. You always know when I need to be held. You would give...me strength to be strong, and I’d never be weak. I’d be the fiery passionate woman I am. I would give of my time and talent to the most worthy causes. And at the end of the day, when I would see you, I’d remember how you taught me to fly.Oh, god, how can men do that? Make a woman feel this incredible sense of passion and take it away. Close the. Anil enjoyed his mom sitting behind him on the Scooty they had rented for their stay. A typical thing every Goan tourist does.On their way back home, a boulder came under the Scooty’s front wheel, losing balance. To stop them from falling, Anil tried to balance the scooty and successfully managed to do so. But his wrist got sprained due to force. Malini then drove the scooty to a doctor.The doctor just suggested some painkillers. He said the pain might linger for 3-4 days, but the wrist will. I take two more shots. The first one goes through the hoop, but the second one misses the backboard and rolls down the street. Well, it stops between Miss Jones and the Kinsley houses, but I kick it and have to run to catch up to it. The gate to the Kinsley backyard is open. I bounce the ball up the driveway, so as not to surprise Jerry's sister.What kept you?" she asks when I round the corner."I was just..." Want a Coke?"I nod and she motions for me to follow her inside the house. I look over. But I was slowly building up a whole cadre of new friendly faces, although I wouldn’t qualify any of them as “friends” yet.Mike and company seemed pleased by the recent turn of events with the girls. Seems Mike was correct in his assessment of my other “friends”. They all despised me as a group, not that I really had to worry about them much though. They were such loners that they’d hardly be able to make an impact on anyone else. I’d tried reaching out to them, but it was already too late. Too.