It was almost nine, when I headed out for the dockside lounge. It was located in what had once been a downtown cafe. I was absolute sure of it, even w...thout asking. The front window was plate glass. The name of the place had been attached to the glass on the inside then a black background painted. It was the way a really cheap bar would have done it. The bar had been the lunch counter and even had a row of round low stools. The first couple had been removes so that customers could line up. That meant the time he spent walking the boys to school and wandering over to the Spee-D-Mart afterwards would often be spent trying to get his mind organized on his fictional world.At that, he couldn't just bail off into writing it. In the first days he wrote several brief "test" scenes, just to try out the concept, suspecting little of them would actually make it into the final work but could give him a feel for the flow of the writing. He spent more of his time organizing his outline, and. When I was through with them I started with the important things. The updates were on top of the pile. The troops had started, the terrain was difficult and they were meeting some resistance. A10s and helicopters were dealing with the resistance. I expected the final push to get difficult and expected the push into Tehran to be a blood bath.Adam sent the outline for Saturday’s fundraiser for me to review. I closed the door and used the practice teleprompter to go through it. I made some changes. Wo 6am tak agayi.main nanga hi uth ke darwaza khola use andar laya aur kaha kare utar kar mere sath let jao.wo let gai.phir maine usse kuch general baat kiya jaise college,class,tabiyat ke bare me.maine usse pucha tum garbh nirodh wali goli le rahi ho?usne kaha yes.fir main usko kisss karne laga.mere muh se baas arahi thi phir bhi wo kiss de rahi thi.mera laar uske muh me ja rahatha.main uski chaati bhi buri tarah se masal raha tha.phir main utha aur apna gand uski muh pe rakh kar paad.