Khaniz my wife’s friend had confided this to my wife Saro during college days. John was a common friend to all of us.Me and Saro, Stan and Jabin, Kh...niz and Rahim, and Mohbeen. He was the favorite for all the girls. He was Mohbeens lover. He was never shy of roaming in his jockeys before us all when all the girls would join us for a theme park date. Rest of the guys would wear shorts as all of us were shy in compared to the size with him. Actually he was proud to be the owner of such a huge. ”“You did that?” she gasped.“Not personally, no. Like your father, I found someone to do that for me. Your father paid someone, or already employs someone to do it, while I just called in a favour from a mate from my military days who owed me one.”“So what did he find out?”“She, actually, my pal, hacked into the bank’s files for the latest financial reports, and the figures don’t add up.”“In what way?”“Their listed customers are like other small mercantile banks, partly out of the old school. ''we smoke on his balconyi was feeling good, his weed was nice and relaxing''i like it here, montreal is nice, away from my stupid family''i learn how he ran from them without letting anyone know where he wasi tried to ask him why but it seem hard for him to talk about itwe got inside and i look at him say its better I show than talk about it''i may be very wrong about you, but i cant hold it anymore''the tv light upand i saw him on screen i didnt understand because the video seemed to be. The gash on her brow was healing. Her hair was disheveled but she kept it free of tangles. Quietly I sang a tune I’d heard a long time ago. Sometimes in the mornin’ when shadows are deep I lie here beside you just watching you sleep And sometimes I whisper what I’m thinking of My cup runneth over with love She opened her eyes when I finished. ‘That’s pretty. Where’d you learn it?’ ‘When I went to college, years ago. It was popular on the radio and I learned it.’ ‘Do you?’ ‘Do I what?’.