.”“What?”“I’m just ... uh ... I’m afraid if he finds out I’m not really his.”“He does love you, whatever the performance tonight, an... that wouldn’t change. You wouldn’t believe how proud he is of you.”“He never says that.”“That’s just men, and families. I know he is because he’s always talking about you, and it’s why he’s so protective.”“Isn’t some of that cos he thinks I have his genes?”“He still raised you, helped form your values and how you are. And he just reacts to you, like everyone.”“I. I am narrating this story only because the girl with whom i had this wonderful and unexpected experience egged me on to post it here. Up until then i didn’t not know that even girls visit these blogs or this site for that matter.So coming to the main plot, it all began when i logged into my yahoo messenger one night out of sheer boredom, and was pleasantly surprised to see that my ex gf roshni online. We used to go out during our high school and junior college days. But then she opted. I went downstairs starting up my laptop and downloading emails my husband sent me. I was busy with the work for over an hour sorting it into files and folders when the door bell rand. I went to see who it was, it was Nick, he was wearing shorts and a vest. I greeted him and asked what brings him by, and to my suprise he came over to ask advise regarding his friendship with his girlfriends brother. I said ok and I invited him in. He was rather irritated and when I offered him tea or coffee he. ”Our conversation could have gone two ways. It could have gone the way I’d planned it this morning – a blow-by-blow post mortem of how badly Jill had behaved with Callan at the pool party and what happened this morning. When I thought about it this morning that might have been appropriate, but after a day of thinking I saw the bigger picture and opted for the high road.I slowly walked into the lounge and sat next to Jill who seemed to look surprised, sensing something was up. Something more.