‘Possible subdural hematoma,’ said Dr. Sloane. ‘In plain English?’ ‘Blood clot.’ ‘Can’t you tell?’ ‘Nothing really conclusive.’ ...��Well, let’s get on with it.’ ‘First thing in the morning.’ ‘Why not this afternoon?’ ‘What’s your hurry?’ ‘I have to make a living.’ Both doctors shook their heads. ‘If there’s the slightest subdural hematoma you might as well face the fact, you won’t be playing any more football this year.’ I knew what they were getting at. I’d seen other players like this. They. Her dark medium length hair was pulled back, pulled into a french twist. Her dress was classic, yet new aged at the same time. The simple black frock sported spaghetti straps, and a slight A-line. The bodice was tight, and low cut, showing the tops of her creamy white breasts, while the back was a mess of ties. It was cut low in the back as well, just coming together as it hit her bottom. She hoped she looked all right. Grabbing her glasses off the counter in front of her, she slid them on and. “Shoes, socks, trousers off. Then go and sit back down.” As if she was the teacher.“Three items of clothing,” I said. “Isn’t that cheating?”“Maybe. But is Teach really prepared to make a thing of it?”She said it teasingly, seductively, and I wasn’t prepared to make a thing of it. I removed the items swiftly, now down to my boxers, only too well aware of the way Karen was eyeing the swell inside as I sat back down.“For which two novels was Hilary Mantel awarded the Booker Prize in 2009 and 2012. I msged herMe: hi nisha Nisha: hiMe: ur eyes so beautifulNisha: I know they are beautiful and sexyMe: but I didn’t knew ki wo sexy bhi hainNisha: ya becuse tumhney dhyan sey nahin dekhi shayadMe: dp mein eyes clear nahin hain shyad isiliye, koi eyes ki pic dikhaoo tab shayad dikheinNisha: acha jiMe: hmmNisha: bye tcMe: bye? Kya huaNisha: kuch nahinMe:phir?Nisha: husband room mein aagaye soney key liye baad mein baat karti hoon, bye gnMe: gnThat night ussey pooch nahin paya ki wo married hai kya.