She came into the nook where I was sitting reading a magazine. I was goggle-eyed when I saw her. She had on this very short green, tartan plaid minisk...rt and a white button up blouse. Her hair was in a ponytail and she had on white Reeboks. She looked like a naughty Catholic School girl; I liked it, I liked it a lot."What are you doing sitting in here Bro?"I told her about my conversation with Dad, and Mom's comments."Dad must think he's getting very lucky tonight," she grinned. Then she went,. She took my hand and kissed it, then she asked me for another chance. I looked into her truly beautiful blue eyes. I swear I wanted to say no. I wanted to say hell no. She hurt me. She humiliated me. She mocked my faith, my way of my life, my very being. She hurt me at a very vulnerable moment. Yet I didn’t say anything of the kind. I took her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her. Hey, I’m a man…and all men are weak. And that’s how it began again. Patricia Jenkins and I gave it another. Mujhe ghin aa gaya. Is se pehle ki main kuch karti wo mujhe piche se pakad liya aur mere muh ko daba diya ki main chilla na sakun. Wo bola ki agar maine kuch kiya toh wo muje jaan se maar dega. Main chup chap wahan pe sauch wali position me hi baithi thi. Fir wo kisi ko phone kiya. (uska naam ismail tha)Isamil : (phone pe) ali, jaldi se ghar k pichuari me aao. Yahan per bada maal mila hai.Thodi der me udhar se mujhe 2 aur aadmi aate hua dikhe. Wo dono bi hatte-katte mote aur lambe chade the.. "Yeah, yeah. Nag, nag, nag, you win, so here goes."October was upon us virtually without warning. On the 14th we all got up and had a pretty interesting breakfast. Everybody was calm, cool and collected except for Cathy. She was acting like a firecracker with a lit fuse. With a birthday coming the next day, she was figuratively blowing on the fuse to make it burn faster. We all were ready to throw water on it to delay the inevitable.I told Cathy, "Sweetheart, there's been some kind of a mix-up.