Clink-glug-glug-clink-glug-glug. With the accuracy of a bar maid I pour 2 generous quadruple measures. Looking at the clock I see that it’s 8pm, tim... to pop over to Kats’ house. It’s only across the hall but it feels a million miles away from my dreary home. Bright colours, laughter and delicious food give me something I can’t find anywhere else. Even the family cat shows me affection. Tonight its rice and chicken, with a homemade tomato sauce. Feeding an extra mouth must cost them a fortune. Ek din to ese hi nikal gaya . Ham dono thode time me achhe frd ban gaye or time milta or bate karne lagte apni apni . Me to ek hi moka dund raha tha usko chod ne ka but karu kese. Mene notice kiya ki wo meri taraf thoda thoda dekh rahi he jab me dekha ta to wo sarma jati. Mujhe laga ki green signal he. Mene socha chalo try karte he aj to.2 din ham bahar ghumne gaye jiju free nai the to usne bike di or bola jaha jana he waha ghum ana. Me ne heta ko pichi bitha ke ghum ne chala jata raste me. Once the brawl had settled down and all the men were bandaged up, Blitz now had a rag wrapped around his head, a small band aid across his nose and a major black eye. Henry came up to him after servicing the guy further from him and asked. "So Blitz, are you still going to make a move on him?" Hell yeah, I am. I’m still feelin’ hotter than blue blazes. Besides, I wanna pay him back for that pork chop line", he replied. "And this black eye as well", he murmured under his breath."OK, so what are. I'd really like to be called Billie, if it's all the same."The head mistress pulled a small notepad from a pocket in her skirt,flipped through pages of neat, tight handwriting, then dug a pencil froma pocket on the other side and began writing. A couple of second latershe looked up and asked. "Would that be spelled B-i-l-l-y orB-i-l-l-i-e?"I felt just a sliver of panic at having to make a choice. "Umm, wouldthe second one be okay? That's the way I've always spelled it."She nodded and wrote.