“Would you mind?” I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to reply to a tall man with a craggy face and greying hair, hadn’t I seen him recently...in a Chekov revival in Shaftesbury Avenue? And the voice was familiar. “Casey and I have met before. I never forget an arse – certainly not one as tempting as this.” He ran a hand across the back of Casey’s green silk dress, drawing the material taut against her rear. And to me: “You won’t mind, will you?”The smile that Casey gave me carried more than. It went that way four – five days passed.Then one day when she was making chapatis I suddenly heard cry of a baby from inside. She went in and brought a baby with her. That time I came to know she had a baby too. It was a cute small baby. she put her in lap and started making chapatis. Baby was still crying. She tried hard to stop he but she kept crying. When she saw that all her attempts were waste she brought baby very close to her put hand inside her pallu, shifted a little and next was her. That being said, I admit to becoming more and more attracted to this little minx. She is a lot cleverer than she let on at first, and she has proved quite adaptable socially. I am willing to give her the baby she craves, which is a different question from marriage. If she has a baby without marriage, I would want the child brought up within this family, with its siblings. That probably means she has to be here, as well.So my final comment is that I would not be averse to having her as a fifth. “You mean you didn’t... ?”“Not exactly.”“This sounds like a good story. Is everything okay, Tony?” Lissa asked.“Yes, darling. Everything is fine, just not what you were expecting ... or at least not what I thought you were expecting.”“I know,” Melody said. “Let’s wait until I get there tonight and then we can ... call Lissa and you can tell us all about it.”“Actually, I’d like that,” I said. “I wish you were both here in my arms.”“You cannot imagine how much we wish the same thing,” Lissa said..