10Aur gori uski gaand kya bolu jaise saari kulfi use gaand ki chaid ke daal do, ha to wo muje coms street par drop karne kaha aur mai use drop kardiya...aur kaha ki aggar pick karu tho wo boli ki ek 20 mins ka kaam hai aur mai auto karlugi, muje bahut gussa aaya par chup ho gaya wo nikalgayi aurThodi dair baad mai car park kar ke uska picha kiya aur ek dam shock ho gaya wo archies mai gayi phir langries ki dukan par kafi time laga diya muje laga uske size ki kuch nai mili par mai shock hogaya jab. Relax! Just let me get back ... there. Do you want me to continue, or do you want me to stop, turn out the light, and let you go to sleep?MELISSA: Sorry, Daddy. Keep going. And keep explaining.DAVE: Bob Howard is not a bad guy. In fact, he's a great guy. You know your mother was contesting custody. Bob was of course helping her. He had a strategy and some material – evidence – to present to the judge that would have assured that you would have had to live with your mom, and probably had little. "You've barely spoken to the guy...no more than a dozen times online and now you're sat in just your dressing gown and panties, freshly showered, waiting for him to knock on your door."Suddenly a knock disturbs your train of thought, barely audible above the pounding of your heart, more nervous than you expected as you open the door and let him in.A quick glance up and down revealing a tailored suit...just as you'd hoped when you invited him to visit you late at night.No sooner has the door. I stood up. I took her parka off her shoulders and hung it next to mine on pegs near the door. Our hats and handwear were piled up by the salt and soy sauce.“See anything you like?” I asked.“Lotsa stuff.” She frowned. “What do you like?”“Never been a big fan of curry, so ... everything else,” I said.“Oh, that doesn’t help narrow it down.” She shook her head. I smiled.“Trust me?”“With Alex’s life,” she said. That made me laugh harder than anything else. She smiled but seemed confused. I waved.