”“What will one more day do for you?” The nurse questioned.“At the end of tomorrow, I’ll ask her again for one more day. I’ll ask her that...every day for the next seventy-five years or more,” Brad said wiping away the start of more tears.“Are you two married?” She asked despite their young age.“No, but right now I sure wish we were. I’d do anything, give anything for my Abby to live,” he pleaded, tears streaming down his cheeks.Brad noticed he felt uncomfortable in his crotch. He scratched it. My boss was a handsome strong man in his early thirties. I was told that he was a playboy and enjoyed a lot. A couple of months passed I had no problems with him. I used to wear a salwar.and that too of thick material. One day I happen to wear one, which was a bit see through.As a result the bra was clearly visible. I realized when my colleagues stole glances to look at my private parts. I tried to cover with my duppatta. That evening I saw my boss strolling his eyes on my assets. A week. After she left, I got a brilliant idea for my script. I sat on the porch of the villa and started writing it. Her smile has become a true inspiration for me. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Because of the happiness caused by her, I was able to get some ideas for my script. While I was writing the script, I saw Geetha and her group running on to the beach. I also wanted to go, but the incident in the morning stopped me. Unable to control my urge to go and meet geetha, I picked my script and. I do have a confession to make though.”Okay, what now. “And what would that be? No, wait, let me guess. I bet you have already been with Debbie at work and you both have dined on each other.”Cathy looked at her feet before she just nodded her head. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”“No, but I thought we had agreed that if that ever happened, we would tell the other when it did. Are you telling me it just happened today, for the first time?”She could never play poker because her eyes gave her.