Uski hasi dekh Bharti boli: What? Hass kyu rahe ho?Rahul: Tumhari maa ko pata hai sab.Bharti ke chehre par se uski ghamand bhari netagiri ki rang udd ...ayi aur woh boli: Kya, kaise?Ab rang Bharti ke chehre ki udi hui thi. Aur woh dekh Rahul ghamand mein muskurata hua bola: Tum soch rahi ho ki tum mujhe blackmail karogi haan? Hahaha!Bharti: Huh, jhooti baate mat bana. Mujhe pata hai agar ye baat meri maa ko pata chala to woh kabka mujhe lekar yaha se ja chuki hoti.Rahul: Agar aisa hai to ek aur. "I've even had dreams of you." Recalling the context of many of the dreams, Rose looking down in embarrassment. "What's wrong?", said Marcie. Rose hesitated, then replied, "some of those dreams were, you know, pretty, uh, vivid." She felt at a loss to be more specific, though part of her wanted to be totally honest with Marcie. The "new Rose" that had withheld these longings had finally found another enlightened soul. Rose realized that perhaps Marcie was indeed the kindred sister she had. Problem was how I should take it forward as it could ruin my life and career. While I was going through all this we bought a small house next to us and took a home loanAnd my wife started taking tuitions at home. One day I was going through paper and an idea clicked my head. The idea was “Recession. I started making stories to her that my company is in great mess and people are losing job. While this was a reality as well and whomever she enquired would say it’s a truth and she was worried. I had been to the bar to refresh our drinks yet again and on the way back when I noticed that a couple of the students had engaged Jenny in conversation both were big well built Black guys whom I would guess were about 20 years old they were getting on like a house on fire with my missus, all of them were laughing and were like old friends, when I arrived they introduced themselves and Jenny explained they had been helping her with a stiff catch on her recliner, a likely story I thought but.