Fire ignites between them almost instantly as anger and hurt flash over into passion. Her shock fades quickly and he feels her respond, kissing him ba...k just as desperately as he kisses her. Her body moves restlessly under him, her leg sliding around his as she struggles to get closer. He releases her wrists and runs his hands down over her body to her bottom, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around his waist with a soft moan at the same time as she wraps her arms around his neck. Dragging. "Nepal, I thought. I chatted with him about life in Nepal. He spoke of how foreigners often thought the country was completely medieval with no rods cars or cell phones."National Geographic has a lot to answer for", I said. He laughed,"Yes they stereotype us."He asked if I knew much about Nepal.I said that I had seen the documetary a few years earlier about an Irish poet called Cathal O Searcaigh, who visited Nepal regularly. A documentary maker had gone with him to Nepal on one of his visits. I met up with him in the lobby of the hotel and there he started talking about the discussions that he had with his wife and the reason that he didn’t want absolute secrecy as to who the donor sperm would be. He was asking if I could be the donor, being uncomfortable enough to be asked something like that I agreed. Told him that he can collect it in my clinic. He was like no I want u to do it at the earliest like today. He just pulled out a set of keys from his pocket and said room 212 and he. I knew we had to get out of sight, preferably for a good couple of years. I saw a help wanted ad for a temporary school teacher in a small village way out in the back of beyond. I called the number given in the ad. No they hadn’t filled the job yet. And no, at this point, teaching credentials were a luxury that they couldn’t afford. The position came with a house and a small monthly paycheck. The teacher would have to teach all grades in a one room school house. And the only way in or out was.