He set his eyes back onto the road as it wound around the ancient African landscape. Above were a few hovering vultures which told Albert just how far...they were out from the nearest town. He leaned forward, and turned on the radio. He tuned it through all the different radio stations, most of them broadcast in different native languages, until he found an English language one playing Western music. Out trilled some Country music, of which Albert was rather fond. He enjoyed those mournful tunes. Usne kaha-“sorry kya, tum to bas badla lo”. Aur roni si surat bana li usne. Maine unka sir apni baho me le k kaha-” I love you, mai bas thoda jyada gussa gaya tha, chota samajh k maaf kar do jaan, mujhe nahi pata tha ki itna dard hota hoga, mujhe to laga ki bas maja ata hoga. Plz, sorry” fir wo sir utha k boli- “sach me sorry ya bas abhi patane k lie?Agli baar fir tune aisa kuch kia to?” maine fir apna hath unki gand pe dala aur unki gand sahalane laga aur emotional hoke kaha-“ye pakka wala. By chatting, he began touching my thighs. I thought it is nothing and then he began caressing my thighs. I was restricting and moved his hand aside. he told I am looking good in this dress and he touched my saree like checking my saree material he touched my navel. I shouted ouch!! and the driver asked: “What happened madam?”I replied “nothing. some ant bit me”Uncle: yup! some ants(By saying that he pinched my hip)I was shocked on this!Then We went to the apartment, I served him food. While. .. owe me what? But I was too winded to argue or even attempt to be clever. Sinking into a deck chair I waved imperiously to her and said in my most superior voice, "While your up, won't you get me a Grants... uh... I mean a lemonade?"Looking out over the valley in front of me, I again enjoyed that we lived in such a stunningly beautiful place - a relatively isolated country spot but just fifteen minutes' drive to the University. I was feeling smug and very excited, for I was again reviewing.