.. want us to be friends again, too,” he spoke, trying hard to ignore the knot in his throat.“Missed you, buddy,” Aron said, his voice serious. ...��I won’t let you this time around. Two years ... That’s enough time, don’t you think?”“Yeah,” Carter spoke softly. “It is.”Like a hole in his life, in the fabric of time, and somewhere deep inside his soul, all in one. And, by contrast, the several days spent with Aron, as his husband, had been the total opposite. Only that Aron could never know, and. . make a move.'As she announced her subject change there was a buzz of excitement. A real hunk in the back row raised his hand and when Carol nodded he asked,"Anglo-saxon words like fuck and cunt? Like that?"There followed a number of nervous laughs and Carol maintained her 'lecture' face and replied,"Those are the ones Dan. There are many more. The folks in that era had good solid down-to-earth words for anatomy and the sex acts. Today we have sanitized our language with terms like intercourse. Besides, it could be worse…”Lincoln raised an eyebrow jokingly, “Oh yeah, how’s that?”A devilish look swept across my faced, “They could’ve named me Lincoln.”Lincoln laughed and rolled his eyes, “I’m wounded! And to think I was going to ask for your number.”I could feel my jaw drop, any sense of calm, cool collected-ness I thought I had was gone. “My-my number? Me?”Lincoln nodded, that sweet, welcoming, open smile back on his face, “Yeah, you seem cool. Maybe we could hang out at some. I had a huge team across cities reporting to me. There were lot of boys and girls in my team and I never paid any attention to them. It all started with this sober looking girl named Kavitha, a Tamil iyer girl aged 24. She was wheatish in complexion and I never had any feelings for her. One fine day I was doing something and just wanted to ask the sales figure from her. I saw from my cabin that her eyes were moist. I called her to ask what happened and she said nothing Sir. I repeated and she.