We put away the groceries she then offered me a drink,cos she was popping a bottle of vino. I obliged her & after this we just sat & chatted about one...another. After a brief life story, she asked me if I was helpful to every girl at petrol stations & my key comment was "Not unless they're as stunning as you are" She says "You're not exactly ugly, got massive brown eyes" (her's were opal blue BTW). I probably blushed at that, but certainly did when she just blurted out "Can you stay for a bit?". Hoover tried pretty much the same thing Manville tried to defend against us and did a worse job of it. The final score was 63-21. Several reporters caught up with me on the way inside afterwards asking questions. I asked the reporter from the Gazette where Miss Jansen was. “She’s not a sportswriter,” he answered gruffly.“That’s too bad because I liked the way the article she wrote Thursday turned out,” I answered.“That was just a fluff piece,” he answered dismissively.“So, I’m just fluff?” I. I used to date a guy named Pinto few months back. But we broke up because we could hardly meet. Recently he called me up saying that he too is in Bangalore working for a mobile shop. We started talking like before and fell in love again. One day he started talking about sex. I understood that he was very horny but scared of how my response would be. He started off like “can I kiss you on your lips”. And I said yes and he continued further. Even though it was just phone sex, I started getting. That too much blood had been lost. She opened her eyes and wondering if she’d died. The walls were all white and her gown was white as well. She heard the swished pumping of the respirator, with its tube in her nose, there to help her breathe. She slowly turned her head and saw her mother sitting there. All the hate she’d seen her whole life, seemed to have gone away. The cold, hard rock, that was her mother, seemed so fragile and weak before her. ‘Mother?’ she whispered, barely audible, ‘Is.