Ant m main chala gya…Jate samay use dheere s kaha smjha to do..Wo muskurane lgi. .Agle din subh subh hi manu bhaiya bag le ke aye or mujhe station p... chhodne ko kaha.. Main apni bike pr unhe station chhod kr match khelne chala gya. .Wapis aya to maa n khana diya or kaha ki nisha n radio thik krne k liye bulaya h or m mandir ja rhi hoon kirtan m. Maine ftaft khana khaya or nisha k ghar pahunc gya..Aaj nisha n salwar suit phna tha kya kayamat lg rhi thi mast gand ubhre hue bobe neat n clean juda.. ‘This desk’ versus ‘that desk’ or ‘those other desks’ or ‘desks in general’.Bot-bot’s voice. Still SOUNDS like a robot. Terri won’t let that go, at least not for HER Bot-bot. I lobbied for James Earl Jones, got counter-offered Samuel L. Jackson.“You can’t have a robotic servant with the name of a black person,” Nikki said. “Can you imagine the repercussions?”Terri giggled. “Then how about Peewee Herman? Pre adult-movie theater?”“You know, for a precocious girl genius,” Nikki said, “you have a. ?Now you will want somewhere to work quietly? she said,showing me into a pleasant morning room. The sun flooded the room withlight and a big bowl of freshly cut flowers scented the air with theirperfume. Georgina indicated a writing desk where I could work and leftme to it, saying ?just shout if you would like some coffee mid-morning.?I went upstairs to collect my papers and laptop and was soon ensconcedmaking the adjustments to my paper that I had agreed with Geoffrey theprevious evening.I was. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I glare at with only my eyes - my lips can't seem to wash away the smirk living there. He looks at me, innocently enough, as he asks.."Yes?" "If you move another inch...", and of course he does. I turn in his arms, releasing his hands. They, however, don't stray from my hips but grip them tighter. He kisses me, deeply, and I forget how that line was supposed to end."You'll do what, exactly?" Stop talking...", I lean in to kiss him again but he slithers away,.