Sandra=s eyes grew wide as she read meaning into that question, then she started struggling against the leather straps that held her to the chair. ‘...hat…no..NO… your not going to do that? You cant do that to me!!!’ She started to panic. ‘Yes my dear.’ he said calmly, knowing that the girl would not get free. ‘You think your body is your own, that no one can touch you or use you with out your permission. That is a social illusion that we her at Hardonis do not subscribe to.’ Principle Lazlow. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t cold. My lungs weren’t hurting particularly. I knew what had happened. I was dead. The murk was just the mess I’d made of my life. Maybe I would have eternity to clear it up. For some reason I remembered just when I’d lost Hope.My mid-life crisis hit the day I realized thirty-three was half-way through my life expectancy. Of course, technically, having already survived Viet Nam, I should have had a much longer life expectancy than the sixty-six that was. Main 12.30 par Richa ki batayi location, jo ek restaurant tha, wahan phunch gaya.Thodi der bad Richa bhi wahan phunch gayi cab se aur usne mujhe call kiya. Main bahar usse receive karne gaya. Maine pehle Richa ko pics mein dekha tha but reality mein dekh kar bilkul hairaan reh gaya. Usne royal blue colour ki puri fitting wali kurti aur black leggings pehni hui thi.Dosto kya batau usse dekh kar hairaan reh gaya bilkul gora rang aur face par cute si smile. Humne ek casual sa hug kiya aur ander. She looked in the mirror at crystal blue eyes where flickering candle flames gleamed in pupils dark as black onyx. Softly sculpted features suggested Native American ancestry, her stance confident and determined as she walked back to the front room window. Standing there, she saw headlights, and her heart began racing… “Breathe” she whispered to herself… and took a deep breath. Seeing her silhouette – standing there like a beckoning shadow in the window – made him smile. He never knew what to.