“Wow indeed, Alan. I’m glad I volunteered,” she said.“That’s been puzzling me,” I said. “Why DID you volunteer?”Belinda looked sad. Ju...t then one of her group of friends passed and waved. Belinda waited until no one else was around.“Not here. Not now. I’ll tell you this afternoon when we’re alone.”“OK.”She went to her office. I went to mine. At a quarter to one we relieved the telephonists. They went off to change for the party.“Well?” I asked.“Well what?” Belinda replied.“Why are you. ' He looked around the room, it was a blur but he could make out a figure sitting beside him.'Who the fuck are you?''Dad, it's me. It's Anne.'Joseph could hear the tearful strain in her voice, Anne, the pet name he had for his daughter, or the girl who use to be his daughter.'Anne? Wha, what am I doing here?''I found you in the hotel, you were a mess, a drunken, washed up mess. I couldn't leave you there so I took you to the hospital. Dad what happened to you?''I'll tell you, just, just not. ." Out of instinct, I kissed her finger while swimming in her green eyes. "Yes, I do remember, I have always remembered." I hoped she didn't hear my heart, but couldn't she if she had her face on my chest? It was jumping out of my chest."Ahem," I cleared my throat, and tried to disengage from her, but she stopped me by hugging me tighter. I took a look at my watch; "It's, uh, almost noon. I have to give your medicine and you need to eat something..." I'm not hungry, my love, just tired; maybe. So woh bhi meri jeebh ko apne muh main lekar.Mere jeebh ko apne hotho main lekar andar bahar karte chusne lagi. Ohh muhh pacch ahh ohh yess yess puch. Hamari lambi kisiing smooching karte karte. Hum ekdusre ko baho main masalake pyar kar rahe the. Main unki gadarayi gand ko masalate unke nange mast bhare huye chikne gore gore pet ko sahalata. To kabhi unki najun kamar ko masalata.Ab woh bhi mere hotho ko jor jor se chuste mere pant main hath dalkar mere lund ko masalane lagi thi. Maine jat se.