Six Weeks Later Tonight is going to be different from our last encounter. As I walk through the party, I can see you and Eric taking whiskey shots. We...ve been staring at each other all night. Your eyes lock onto mine and I wink at you. You pour two shots and beckon me over to you. When I get to you, you hand me a shot. Once it's gone you quickly pour me another. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" I ask. You look at me and grin, "Why would I do that?" You pour me a third shot, but before I can. ”“Thanks a lot. The five second rule only works at your own house. I’ll get another fork. I see you’re alone. Would you mind if I sat with you?”“Sure. That would be nice. I’m just going to get some dessert.”“I’ll move over to your table.”The woman went and got some dessert. She filled her plate high with assorted cakes and cookies. She even filled a bowl with ice cream. Robert continued to eat his steak and veggies. He wasn’t really that hungry. He was hungry for her. She just didn’t know it. On Laura’s mental checklist a big tick appeared against the query ‘Older man?’ But she did not pursue the matter directly. Instead she gossiped for a few moments about some friends of Elspeth’s, worked her way skilfully round to the twins, and finally mentioned the birthday party. Elspeth answered warily and with a growing confusion and alarm that Laura did not fail to discern. ‘It must have been a big do,’ said Laura. ‘Cambridge seemed empty that Sunday. Still, I suppose Mr Marjoribanks can. Even after two years Vidya was not getting conceived and that had become a problem for them and one day during our drinks session, Suresh raised the topic and asked for my advice, I asked to consult a infertility specialist who is known to me, she was my batch mate but I have not met her since so many years. Suresh and Vidya requested me to take an appointment with her. Next I spoke to the doctor and took an appointment after three days.On the day of the appointment, I received a call from.