Hamare ghar main sakhti bohut ki jaati thi. College jaana or seedha college se ghar aana. Koi dost nahi tha maira siwaye aik friend k jo maire hi area...main rehta tha. B-com maine first division main pass ker lia ab mujhe asani se MBA main admission bhi mil gya. Ye waqia 2nd semester ka hai jab. Main raat main university se ghar aa raha tha to mujhe pata laga k kuch logo ne tyre jala k raasta bund kia hua hai or her aane jaane waali gaari ko jala rahe hain. Main apne motor bike pe tha. Or aik. Right nows but never a Mr. All Right. One or two had come close but they just somehow came up short in the end so she had never married. Jennifer had planned to put in her retirement papers after this deployment and find a job on Civvie Street. Truthfully she was becoming tired of the pace she had to keep up in the Navy as well as the loneliness she felt in her personal life. Somehow her career just wasn't fun any longer. She needed more or something different now.Jennifer was still staring at. Then Doug opened the passenger door for her and settled her into the front seat, closing the door carefully and heading around the car. She gave Greg a tiny wave as they drove away. She turned to Doug, smiling. ‘What a nice surprise! I was thinking of you, wondering what you were doing tonight, and there you were! Thank you for coming for me!’ She happily began discussing her current project while Doug drove skillfully through the evening traffic. He loved the naturalness he felt with her. Even. Really? A muffin would be great.”I put a plate of scones (home made), butter and jam on the table, split a couple of muffins and slid them under the grill. The kettle came to the boil, and I brewed tea. Leaf tea, of course, in a proper tea-pot. I rummaged in the cupboard and produced the tea-strainer, before turning the muffins just in time.When I sat down I saw (as anticipated) that she was wearing a Costa Coffee tunic. Her face was somewhat familiar, but her hair was down. In the cafe, it was.