” He turned his back on her and walked towards the conveniently vacant pool table. Well, despite the shaky start it looked like he had his foot in ...he door. “Hey!” she called after him. Oh, yeah, she was hooked. He looked back at her and started racking up the balls. “What? I’m honest.” “Ha!” He walked over and handed her the cue ball. Her fingers brushed his as she took it and she blushed under her pale makeup. Winding her up was fun. “Do you need to be shown how to break?” he asked,. I hate it when that happens.“Nice and cool in here, isn’t it?” He said in a voice that was slightly louder than a whisper.“Thank God,” I answered. “I thought I was gonna melt outside. Hottest summer in years.”“You’re not from around here, are you?” he said, more a statement than a question.“Oh but I am,” I said back. “It’s just that now that I’m an old fart the heat affects me more.”“You don’t look very old. How old are you?”A man after my own heart. “Thirty-nine,” I said. “Going on 70.”He. Karthik an IT professional at Hyderabad, smart and sincere at job earning 1 lakh month. Chitra an equally efficient girl, traditional and beautiful, earning an equal amount at Mumbai as IT professional. The things came to the hook when their grandfather got Karthik and Chitra married hurriedly. Though young and independent, owing to their respect towards their grandfather, they got married even against their will as children, none liked the other.Now, both had reserved their tickets to their. Travis thought about going to the cops with this vital data and submitting a Missing Persons Report (a code 2-14 as they called it in this part of the world) when he first came home and found her vacated from the premises. But after mulling it over (this thought process quickened by about half a bottle of Jim Bean, another favorite), Travis decided it wouldn’t do any good. The cops would talk to her friends, relatives, other people she may have got into contact with within the past couple weeks.