P) ka rahne wala hoo meri umra 26 years oldh or apna MCA abhi finish kiya hai dosto ye bat aaj se doo sal pahle ki hai jab mai apni pdai khatam kar ke...nana k ghar jane wala tha us samay mai ghar se 4 baje nikal fir badi muskil se ek bus mili 6 baje mili us bus me itni bhiid thi ki bas par jana bhi jaruri th mujhe last stop tak Jna tha to mjhe sabse itha diya piche ki seat pe betha diya pass me ek bhhot sundar aunty jinki age karib 32 years old hogi shyad bethi thi dosto bas fir kya tha bandar. She stood up, grabbed her clothes and told me to follow her up the stairs to her bed. I grabbed my clothes and we went to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and called my boss to tell him the AC was fine as a breaker had tripped due to a storm we had the night before. She asked if she could borrow me for 30 minutes to help her move some stuff in the barn and my boss said sure. Just make sure I got to the next call on time.She got undressed and picked up where she left off. She had me. . am I going up or down? Feel the vest . . . is it inflated? Yes? Good, gotta be going up. Light? Is that light? Your head breaks the surface, and water coats the dark gray plastic of your helmet’s visor, creating fluidly shifting prisms of light in your eyes, and the breath you’ve been holding bursts forth in a spasm of cough and the overwhelming need to vomit. You feel something tugging at your waste, and you’re afraid to look, afraid of the dark shapes you know are just out of sight, never. I must look a mess. Let me go run a brush through my hair,” she said stumbling a bit through the alcoholic fog.“You look beautiful,” he called from the living room. “You always do.”“You’re so sweet, Honey,” she called back trying to make herself as presentable as possible.“You’re going to be a lot better off without him,” said David as she reentered the room.“I ... Oh David, I guess I’ve never been much of a wife ... or mother.”His mouth dropped open. “How can you say that. You were the best.