I can replace my ad once daily.I checked my BS&O mail twice a day. On the day after my third posting, I got a response. Some religious nut paid in an ...ttempt to save me from Hellfire. Delete. Next day I read a response from a pimp. I did not want to join the best posse on the island. Delete.A few days later the BS&O message read: “Lunch Friday the 11th at the Beach Bristo on Drake Blvd. We talk and go from there. Please respond by Wednesday. -JIMI”I responded: “I will be at their bar a little. ’ I smiled at Natalie. She had taken over the dinner duty, I breakfast. It made life easier, and I dearly needed easier. After a full day at work, cooking wasn’t exactly a chore I looked forward to. It was Natalie’s hunger that made her offer her services. We wouldn’t be eating until after six if she waited for me to play chef. She, of course, would starve to death by then. ‘Suggi’s Pizza offered me a job,’ Natalie said, not looking at me. I sucked in my breath, putting the letters face down. The things turn upside down, when my aunt was admitted in hospital. I was there for their help and running up and down. One day I came to uncle’s home and found that Meera was alone wearing a T shirt and skirt, cooking food for hospital which I have to take it to hospital for uncle and aunt. There was ample time for it. So after her work she came to me and sat with me. I hold her hand and with her back towards me she sat between my legs and my hands enveloping her through her waist. It was pure. The intention had been to get to know all of our neighbors well enough to strike up some friendships, as well as be able to invite them to come over to hot tub with us from time to time. The idea of including a small gate between our yard and theirs had been with the intention of making it easier for us to visit one another rather than walking half way around the block in order to do so. As it turned out, our then neighbors weren't anything like either Cindy or myself, and were in fact pretty.