Then she told that u are getting latefor your work so please leave her and go to work and we have one more day tohave fun. So I went back to my house ...o go to my work.In my work I could not work as feel very tired. So I came back home at3.30to home. Mother ask are u not well I said no I was in my fieldwork as soon as it completed I came to house. If I say I am not well then may bemother don't allow to got to auntys house so I said that I was on my field work.I went to my room and had a nice. He is so very tempting…No! Don’t go there. Remember?? No men. They are the problem, not the solution. Just dry the dishes and think of something else’, she ordered herself. ******* Completely frustrated, she went on to drying the dishes and as soon as she touched the wine glass it all came back. How his fingers were stroking the wine glass, how he was licking the sauce off his lips and how good his butt looked in those jeans while he was helping her clear the table. ‘Breathe!! Just breathe.’ . No doubt, she would frighten the boy.What would be really good for him, she was thinking, was if he would open up and talk to her for real. Like in a therapy session, for example. They had plenty of time together though. Who knew what the coming months would bring? She felt determined to help him on his way. Talk to him when he wanted to, try to understand him and make him feel at ease, and yes, also correct him when he was out of line.Thinking about that, she realized that he did have some. She was curled into a ball in apparent surrender to the elements and her fate. It was impossible not to feel compassion, even though I was still feeling ill toward her for her unsociable, imperious manner.A few more steps brought me close enough to see that she had carved what appeared to be a message into the sand. My eyes were misting over in sympathy for her death, in spite of my previous feelings, so it was hard to make out what she had written.By changing my sight angle a bit and blinking.