MeanwhileDays passed like secs, we were in the last year of completion lovely oftencalls me for watching films as she doesnt acquaint with anyone too ...uch. I never think of having her Butall the incidents makes me think of her, One day she calls me for having coffee(she makes coffee well) at home.When I gets there there is no one at home and wehad some chat and coffee together and she invites me to her room and there sheshows all the things that she had which are given by me (choclate wrappers. Perhaps this is hell. Where you have to be the oneperson you can't stand.But I don't really believe that. Although the concept is quite novel, andcertainly malevolent enough to be a kind of hell.Okay. What then. I'm still me. At least mentally. Still in my house, theflat I share with Jack. I'm wearing my clothes, the one's I was wearingwhen I collapsed, but looking like an exact replica of Kimberley.It has to be some kind of spell, or curse.But of course there is no such thing as that, I think.. Candy asked me what she owed me and I told her she could buy me my first beer the next time I came into the bar.I followed her home to make sure that she didn't have any other problems and then I headed for home for another confrontation with my wife. It would be one more in a long line of confrontations. Things had not been worth spit between us since she got tangled up with a bunch of Jehovah's Witnesses. No way an agnostic and a brand new "true believing fanatic" are going to make anything. Mami – aahh aahi mmmaaahhh aaahh aaraammm see karo aaammma aah , mai kahi nahi jaa rahi aahhh mmm aaahhh .Me – are meri jaan kitne saal baad lund liya hai ekdum tight maal hai tu to .Mami – aaaahhhh 6 saal .Mami ek dum must aahe bhar rahi thi aur mai to jannat ne tha aur use bajaye jaa raha tha aur vo ” aahh ammm mmmaaa aaahhh mmmaaa” ki nasheeli awaj nikal rahi thi , 20 min baad mai jhar gaya uske bur me aur mera maal uski bur se legs tak aa raha tha .Fir meri randi mami ne mujhe apne hath se.