Answering the door, he had you sign for a package. You didn't really question it - it was your name on it."So you're Alex Everidge then, eh?" the deli...ery guy asked."Yup," you replied."This package seemed a little odd to me. But I'm not really one to poke into what other people are getting - I'm just supposed to deliver the damn things." Yeah, I suppose. I can't even think of anything I ordered although."The delivery man handed you the box. It wasn't all that heavy, and about a regular couple. It would have insulted Tracy. ‘I told you this is the best glass store in the world,’ I said, smiling at Tracy. I could pad the bill though. ‘I think there are other patterns you might like,’ I added, pointing Lizzy at the racks of magazines and patterns. Lizzy ran. Amber followed, her damn smile slaughtering what was left of my common sense. ‘You have a budding artist on your hands,’ Tracy said. ‘She seems to enjoy it.’ I nodded. ‘You seem to enjoy her mother,’ Tracy whispered. She broke. Aur jo sach hoga malum ho jayega. ek baat sach bol du. maine kabhi baji ko sex ki nazar se nahi dekha aur na us waqt koi irada tha.magar shaq buri baat hai is wazah se chori se baji ke room ke paas ke storeroom me hide ho gaya. jahan se sab dekh sakta tha.about one hour baad uzma bazi aayi. wo burka utarke bed per led gai.unke 15 minute baad doorbell ki awaz aayi. rashid bhai aaye aur unnone milk ki pocket baji ko dekar chale gaye. baji ne door band kar diya. store room me i feel guilty yeh sab. Doug sorely wished for a helicopter and somebody to fly it. Since that was a ridiculous impossibility, he looked for a substitute. The most obvious answer was a balloon, hot air for simplicities sake. One day he was doodling around with the idea on a large chalk board he had installed in his office. Charles came in to talk about something else, but promptly forgot all about it when Doug explained what he was doing.When Doug explained that he was considering a hot-air balloon, Charles suggested.