.R: (while making coffee) to kuch hua k nahi??Me: kya hua??R: don’t act so innocent, we all know what you guys do after closing the door..Me: arey�... kuch nai,, wo bas aise hi thodi privacy chaiye hoti hai…R: kise bewakoof bana rahe ho…. !!Me: arey sach me…R: rehne do, tumhari gf batati hai muje…Me: (embarassed) accha!!R: and I feel sorry for you that abhi tak kuch kr nai pae tumMe: hmm,, tum to janti ho… thodi traditional hai wo…R: thodi nai, bohot.. tumhe koi aur gf patani chaiye thi….Me: haan. While she was older than me - perhaps 30 or so - she looked even wiser than that. She had certain sexuality to her, a certain feeling of family and warmth. It made it weird she was paying attention to me. I assumed she was married, without really knowing why I assumed that.She had straw colored hair, a pug nose, and close-together eyes. She was not anyone’s picture of beauty, including mine. She had a round face, and looked very very British. Her breasts were large, but in a maternal way, not. As we have drinks and talk about a bunch of stuff, I realize I am not so shy when I have Wendy beside me. I can talk to her about anything, ask her a question. She makes me feel so comfortable. I want to tell her everything about me – even my dirty secrets. Maybe it was just the alcohol (I am getting a bit tipsy) or maybe I’m just so confident around her; I ask her if she has any secrets. She raises an eyebrow but then she grins at me, as she plays with her straw in the glass. She knows I’m. ”“You and Penny are alternating working from here next week like you did this week, right?”“Yes. If Birgit were 14 or 15, I’d say we wouldn’t need to, but you know the idiots at DCFS.”“TELL me about it. That was one of the reasons I simply paid Ed to go away. The last thing I needed was an ad litem for the kids and involvement of DCFS!”“I’m with you on that. Is everything settled?”“The escrow will be released on Monday and that’s the end of it. I’m free to go to Saint Martin! You’re going.