She reversed the tables on me and got me talking about my background and family. Any time I slowed down talking she nudged me with a word or grin and ... was off babbling again. I thought to myself that maybe cupid had sunk the arrow in a lot deeper this time.We were back at the apartment having a nightcap. As we sipped I said, "I'd like you to do something for me. I sell a somewhat complicated software package for small businesses. I get a good commission when I sell and install it, and if they. I went inside as she greeted me inn and like a perfect man I sat on sofa and her husband came and we started a chit chat and then he asked if I wish to have some drinks to which I said I don’t mind having few pegs and they the lady named Vanshika prepared 3 pegs and sat behind me and we started enjoying our drinks and chatting about each other life. His husband named Viraj told they liked us due to my behavior and respect and so they did friendship and called me for dinner and with this talks. Curiosity should have made the at least turn around to watch them approach, but they just sat there, staring at each other across the concrete table. Junior chewed his lower lip lightly as his eyes took in their surroundings. To the left of the pavilion, and set a little deeper in the park, was a building housing vending machines and the restrooms. He could not see through the tinted windows to tell if anyone was inside, but the building was large enough to house several dozen people. From the. All heads swiveled back to me and focused on me intently. Somehow the penalty was my fault. A tribute to the football gods was necessary. I scanned each face for leniency. Clearly we needed more team spirit and my hubby’s gesture was not enough. I had time. I offered to race upstairs and don my jersey; I would be back before the commercial ended. They conferred. They agreed but I needed to offer something in penance to appease the football gods. I scoffed and suggested shots. My mistake. They.