Mai bed me corner par ja kar let gaya aur soone laga aur priya bhi mere bagal mei peeth kar kar soone laagi aur night bulb on kar ke let gayi. Mujhe n...ed nahi aa rahi thi kyo ki aadat nahi thi alag bed par soona ka so mei jag raha tha aur priya se poocha “saari shopping ho gayi” to usne kaha “ ha par kuch baki hai par kaal mummy le aayegi” aur phir mai bola jiju kaise hai to usse haste hua kaha “acche hai” phir mei uncle aur bhaiya se joh baate ki thi woh priya ko bolne laga kafi dair baat. ” Cathy said, “I can’t believe Cynthia is asking $46,000 for it.”“We can always go down in price, but we can’t go up.”Sandra said, “She’s had two couples come out here twice already.”Having heard them talking, Tim stuck his head out of the kitchen. He pointed at the bag Sandra was holding.“I need that paint.”Sandra carried it over to him. He grabbed it and headed back into the kitchen. She returned to Cathy and put her arm around her.“Do you think she can sell it for that?”“She’ll probably come. As for me, I did not kill Grantus in cold blood. Set your spies to ask around for you. I will not defend myself further, you may discover the truth, or not. It is your choice.”And that was the end of the first day of talks. Our armies faced each other over a mile apart. Hot heads on both sides advocated a pre-emptive attack. Cooler heads prevailed. It had taken careful, mistrustful negotiations to even arrange that first meeting; but the ice was broken and we were to resume tomorrow. Would he. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more.