You are my Minu.Meena: Yes. (taking a deep breath) I will forget. I have to forget because nobody can know what happened. Nobody in the world, not eve... my parents, should know about this.Meena was disturbed by the trauma of the recent past. But more so was worried about how her parents would react and how the world would treat her if they learned that she was sexually abused. Hence, she was relieved when I burned the only evidence of that event. I simply agreed.Me: Okay.I said, gently rubbing. Jim quickly took care of the check, came around the side of the table and took her hand. As she stood up, she suddenly felt the effects of the three drinks and swayed slightly towards Jim. His arm went around her, bringing her close. Looking into her eyes, he bent his head and gently, but firmly, kissed her.The electricity between them was very real - raw need, chemistry, pheromones: call it what you will but it was there. Linda felt it in the dampness between her legs and could see the. The good news was that everything was attached and was likely to remain in that condition. The bad news was that both legs had what appeared to be shrapnel wounds as well as wood splinters, and the left leg looked decidedly worse. They would remove the shrapnel and splinters, if possible, but otherwise were preparing me for surgery in the morning. X-rays and various MRIs and CAT scans were promised. Meanwhile, our guard force increased in the ER; both Crowley and Bullfinch told the cops that. Katie's body rose and fell in time with mine, as we lay there quietly until the drum of the rain overtook my breath as the loudest sound in the tent. Then, the sleeping bag's zipper tore through the white noise. Katie sat up, throwing back the flap of the bag. She knelt forward, reaching for the makeshift clothes line. The sudden absence of her body chilled me, but the vision of her slender torso bent over in front of me, glistening as it was, was well worth the heat loss. She sat back down and.