As I woke up I my head was sore. I could hardly see because my eyes werepartially covered by bandages. As I became more alert, I could see Katiesittin... on a chair next to me and a smile was on her face."Paul, everything went according to the plan! Dr. Turnbull was able toremove the tumor and all its tendrils! She was very confident you willnow make a complete recovery, no more cancer," Katie said to me. Thenadded, "Doctor Turnbul will be here in a couple of minutes to explainhow everything she. Isn’t that cute?’ She crossed her arms in front of her chest. ‘This should be good,’ I muttered. ‘It’s for babies. Why don’t you just make a new baby so it can be your cupcake-head?’ My sister made this frustrated, strangled sound. ‘Because you make me crazy!!! Why would I want another one?’ At that point, her eyes took in our approach. ‘Big kids get cold ears, too,’ she said smartly, shoving the hat down on my niece’s head and taking her hand to lead her toward us. ‘Look who’s here!’ she. She was a heavy woman, maybe fifty pounds overweight, and not very tall. She had dark hair, cut short, and her business suit was clearly tailored for her, and very expensive. All of her personal grooming was immaculate. I was glad I'd chosen one of my nicest suits to come to work in. Still, I felt a little scruffy, and I was conscious that I needed to get my hair cut.I gave her an hour's tour of the plant, explaining what I could, and fielding all her questions. She seemed more concerned with. After trying really hard to convince her to come to my house, finally she accepted to come. It was around 8:30 pm, went to her hostel to pic her, bought hyderabadi dum biryani, took some packets of condom and reached home by 9:30 pm. I was fully excited to take her to my house and in parallel I was little tensed about taking her to house as someone may notice. But, that day I was lucky enough that all the houses in my building were closed by that time. My house is in second floor, took her.