It was only slightly better over the next three days. I knew my wife and Sudha were talking but could not find out what their talks were. My wife had ...ade no physical advances and neither had I, to the point that after the second day I actually started believing Sudha had not broached the topic with her yet and often.I was tempted to call Su directly as a courtesy call and to give her the option to voluntarily tell me if there has been any progress and each time I convinced myself, it would be. Scoot!”We went into the dining room and checked the table verifying that it was set for six. We then went into the living room joining our fathers. I sat in a big easy chair as directed by Karen and she climbed onto my lap. We cuddled happily.A little later, Missus Mason called us in to eat.After the prayer, we dug in having a wonderful meal. After the meal, we went into the living room for desert and coffee or more iced tea. Karen had put me in the easy chair and cuddled in my lap.We talked. At last the car stopped my foot heavy on the brake. For a few minutes, I just sat in the driver's seat, gasping for breath and tightly gripping the steering wheel, as I tried to compose myself. Then, as my breathing stabilized I slowly started to get out of the car. As I shakily walked around to the front of the car, I thought to myself, What the hell had just happened? Then I looked down, dropped to my knees in shock. “Fuck. I blew a fucking tire and I don't even have a spare. Son-of-a...”. He staggered back, still holding the coffees in his hands.I ran toward him again jumping but directing my kick to his chest. The heel struck his sternum, he crashed to the ground, his hands spasmed as he did crushing the Styrofoam cups. Standing over him, I gazed at him, eyes rolled around trying to focus. I kicked again, driving the heel of my boot deep inside his chest. The blood gushed for a moment the just oozed. His eyes moved no more as the light vanished from them.Bending down I took the.