He told her that he will be up for many hours and won’t be able to get home till mid day. It was almost midnight. He was concerned how she was going...to get back home. Bhani was really pissed off. Where is he when she really wanted him to protect her from the present predicament? She looked at Ram and then said to guru not to worry that she will be able to catch a taxi and go home. He asked her to be careful and hung up.Ram got the gist of the conversation. “The God’s must be on our side” he. He pointed towards me as if no one in the court knew where the accused stood, what a tosser... 'deserves to be put behind bars for a very long time.'He called witness from the pub, paramedics, and the police. Sharon gave a damning account of my actions, claiming I assaulted Hodge like 'a mad animal, kicking and stamping and hitting him unmercifully.'I was amazed by her evidence; I had thought she fancied me, and could only assume she had been intimidated by Hodge's associates to ensure I got. She made up the rules. And I followed them. It was easy, for the most part. It sucked having to wear long sleeve shirts all the time, and long pants during the warm summer. But other than that, it was some how very thrilling. Almost dangerous. We went on like this for a while. Once, maybe twice a week. There were times when we didn't get together for weeks at a time. Mostly when her parents were in town. Apparently she still didn't trust me enough to invite me to her apartment. Debbie. Their goddess of the wilderness, who dressed in leaves and often walked beside fierce beasts had held sway for the first fifty or sixty years since the founding of the town, (called Twomby) but over the past several decades another form of worship had emerged, a god of weather, a trickster of a god who could change form and look like anyone, changeble and capricious, but powerful and dangerous also. A sutible god for farmers, rather than frontiersmen.So how come everyone speaks English?".