I came around from behind the bar and said, “We’re closed guys….we open at 3:00 pm. And when you come back, try using the front door.”The guy ...ho was obviously in charge came up to where I was standing with a slick smile on his face, while the other one stood a few feet away leaning his elbow on top of the bar.The guy in charge looked around and said, “Nice place.” Then returned his eyes to mine, still smiling that shit-eating grin.I said, “Thanks, but seriously…we’re not open yet.”He stepped. Mehne haan kr di .Parso mein chd se bombay flight mein gya age bus meinUsne mujhe hotel ka adress diya mein wanha pahuncha aur room mein gyaReena ne darwaaza khola nighty mein sexy lag rahi thi woh !!Kya btaoon dostoon puri chuuby bhabhi lg rahi thi !! Figure kamal ka !!:Mazzaa a gya !! Uski taiyaari dekh ke toh mein h pagal ho gyaReena :: aoo model akhir kaar tum a h gyeMe: tumne itne pyaar se jo bulaya thaReena: aoo tumhare liye surprise haiMe: kya?Reena: usne mere samne ganja , molana. I tell her he is getting married. She had met him from when we worked together, and knows we are friends. She does not know he is gay, or why I am really heading down. Not that she cares, as we had started to grow apart over the last year.July 1st comes quickly. I am very eager to get down to Raleigh and meet up with Darren again. The flight is uneventful. I come off the plane, with just my carry-on, and see Darren waiting for me in the terminal. He is wearing a suit, he must have come. The shadows aren't as harsh then, they seem to tiptoe between darkness and faint light. If you listen you can hear them whisper, speaking in a hushed tone, not really understanding, not truly believing.For some the pain repeats itself, never completely fading. Her father was one such person. His pain never left, it cycled like the ocean, like the moon, like daylight. He looked at his daughter, the beautiful woman she had become, perhaps because of him, perhaps in spite of him.The incredible.