As soon as I got to my grandparent’s place, I phoned Shelly and let her know I was safe. She was relieved but sad to lose me. She promised to write,...but that only lasts a couple letters.Thankfully my Grandparents are a bit naive and very trusting. They give me far more freedom than you should give a 14-year-old. Rachel makes contact with me on Christmas Eve. The day after Boxing Day, we are talking to a patent lawyer. Then we get a business license. We start a company, giving her 30% ownership. Cranking up the heater, I guided my aging friend to the secure carport several minutes away while dodging the newly forming puddles. Once parked, I sat for a brief eternity to calm my shattered nerves until the memory of the homeless figure in the back seat spurred me back to reality. Grabbing the bag of groceries, I pulled my lifeless passenger across the concrete floor and struggled to drag us into my warm apartment where I collapsed into my favorite chair amidst the thundering rain. . "Motherfuck," grunted Zimmerman as he stepped on a loose rock, which rolled out from beneath him. He tried to keep his balance and would have easily been able to do so had he been in standard gravity but here, with the unfamiliar pull and the awkward suit he was in, he went down. It did not look like a fall on Earth however. It was a slow tumble, looking almost like it was being viewed in slow motion. He landed on his chest, bounced once, and then came to a rest."You all right, Zim?" Mallory. Ab bhaiya biluk mere paas beth gaye me bhi hath piche karke or tange faila kar ek laat ke upper laat rakh kar beth gai .Bhaiya ne apna haath meri skirt per rakha or dheere se uper karte hue bole . Or kaha lagti hai garmi . Mene kaha aap bhi na bhaiya . Garmi ho rahi hai to garmi sab jagha lagegi na or apni tang dusri tang ke uper se utha kar side me kar li jisse meri tange thodi c khul gai .Ab itne nadan to bhaiya bhi nhi the ki tange khulne ka matlab na jane or apna khurdura sa hath meri.