Amy got up and made breakfast. I noticed that she had very little to say to Buster as he left for work. Uncle Bill, Im going to take a shower. Ill see...you later. Fine, I said, I will be doing a few chores and errands. When I returned to the house, a couple of hours later, Amy was sitting on the swing on the back porch. It looked like she had been crying, and she was still in her robe. I sat down with her and asked Whats wrong? Oh, nothing majors. Busters and I dont always agree on some things.. It is better to have some men around, so that women don't necessarily feel exclusively targetted.I will recount two such experiences.In the first, I have emerged from the surf onto the beach, wearing my wetsuit. I find my towel, wrap it around my waist, and modestly, with some difficulty, take down the bottoms of my wetsuit. Obviously I am not wearing anything under the wetsuit. Now comes the top. I am standing, pulling the top of the wetsuit over my head. Anyone with experience knows that this. I got close to the cantina, and I was met by a tough looking thug. "Senor, what are you doing here?" he asked me in the kind of Spanish an Anglo was supposed to understand."I need to use the jakes, but I can't find one. Would you be so kind at to point one out to me."This brought a chuckle from the man, and he pointed to a small shed to my right. I thanked him and started to turn away. When he dropped his guard, I hit him in the throat with the edge of my hand. I am sure that I killed him, I. Only the breathing sounds are audible in the room. I felt that his breath is pulling me towards him, I don’t know whether he is feeling the same way. I have all the mixed feelings, I am nervous, I am exited, I am so happy, I am so sad, I am …….. I don’t know what …. Suddenly Rajesh said, Suhasini are you able to sleep? …I don’t know whether I should answer him or just pretend to sleep. I felt I was caught. I felt he is also feeling same like me. Slowly I said “ No”. He asked “ I too, why?” . I.