We who have chosen music, art ot theatre as our path in life rarely mingle with our non-artistic peers, so I was left to assume that the only common l...nk between myself and this faceless young Wolfgang must be our shared tendency to indulge in vice. That he was from a well-to-do family goes without saying, but I know you appreciate that kind of detail. In fact you may be acquainted with said family, for I have since learned that they have connections in town. If I am ever to discover his full. “Thank you all for inviting me here to the Post. It’s a pleasure to meet you all, and I can say that I already know a few of you. Right there in the second row is my neighbor, John Caples, who owns the farm across the road from me. My wife Marilyn and I have bought a lot of sweet corn from him over the years. I also saw Bill Elliott and Barry Henderson; didn’t know you guys were in the Legion. Thanks for inviting me.” It was a typical American Legion crowd, with some old timers going back to. Ranga bhi apne gaaon gaya hua tha. Mujhe lag raha tha, ki ab mujhe fingering karke hi kaam chalana padna tha, lekin usse pehle kuch naya hua.Ek din jab main class le rahi thi, to maine dekha, ki Sanjeev mujhe ghoor raha tha. Isse pehle uska dhyaan hamesha Heena ki taraf hota tha. (Sanjeev aur Heena ke baare mein jaan-ne ke liye aapko part-14 padhna padega)Fir maine dekha, ki Heena class mein nahi thi. Mujhe laga, shayad isi wajah se woh meri taraf dekh raha tha. Lekin asli wajah to kuch aur hi. ..why did you leave me Alice?”“We’ll talk about it all, in time,” groaned Alice, rolling over and nuzzling her pillow. “Come on, don’t be a bore,” implored Lucinda.“There’s a certain overlap with the meatspace. I felt you out there. I could hear the click of your heels in my deepest recesses.”Lucinda snorted derisively.“You sound like a fucking horse,” said Alice.Lucinda clapped her hands with delight, “Now’s that my Alice, my truculent little rustic pudding. Where did you get all those fancy.