I can’t even stop eyeing her. She caught me staring. We used to laugh when our eyes met. I was desperate to see her ass once again. After some time,...the celebration was over. She was alone on her desk. I went to her. She saw me and said, “Vaa da nallavane, thirumba aarambichuta pola,” sarcastically. (Good boy started again staring?) I laughed and called her ‘Sadhana’. She was surprised to hear her name from me.She said, “Ennada per la solra, apome Akka nu thane soluva, sari ilaye,” and laughed.. She told me she was sorry, but she didn’t want to have first sex with someone she had to share. I lived with the disappointment. So we were allowed to leave.The journey north was a mixture of trepidation and sadness. Trepidation on what we might find at the end. Was our young son now the sole male heir of a family which I had given a distinct and very welcome injection to? Sadness as we travelled through devastated lands. Some had been despoiled to undermine the invasion, much had been stripped. That included. High heels with at least 6? spikes with straps around the ankles. A pair of black thongs. An open half black bra which were wired and held up the breasts but left them completely open. Large size condoms. Thank God they were going to use protection. At least that was what Margret thought. Also on the list was a black mini skirt and a shear black top. Margret started to dress. Thank God the kids were visiting friends for the weekend. They wouldn’t see their mother dressed like a. No one had. Johnny relayed that fact to Doctor Stone at the dig site as she was examining a large shard of limestone covered in hieroglyphics.“Thanks, Johnny,” she said distractedly. “Let’s meet up over by the wall in an hour and talk about it.”Johnny wandered over to his treatment tent when a woman and a little boy showed with Gamil and Hala. Gamil was carrying the little boy who had a blood-soaked rag wrapped around his left foot.“Tabib Johnny, a thousand apologies this is sister named.