I have a practice of taking bath once I reach home. I said let me have bath and come she locked the front door and said she also will join. She was in...her nighty. I placed my office bag in my room and went to bathroom, she joined me and unbuttoned my shirt and removed my vest. I lost my control and held her head and placed a kiss on her lips she responded by opening her mouth. We had tongue twisting, she held my hair and I loosened her hair by removing her head clip. We were engrossed in deep. Over the edge of the cliff came bundles and poles. The two slowly lowered their hands as the cargo came to rest at their feet. Without speaking they bent to the task ahead. One bundle was unfolded and laid out on the ground. It was thin buffalo hides sewn together. Three poles were placed on the hides and marked and then moved off the hides. A rawhide rope was tied to the poles with a special knot, and, with Jo holding on the rope while standing on the butts of two poles, the Cheese lifted the. As she refilled it, I said, “Wait, I think I know you.”“For your own sake I hope so. I’m well worth knowing.”She lifted her coffee cup and took a sip as she looked at me appraisingly over the rim. I smiled at the coincidence. “You play, or at least played, saxophone. Charred Garlic Smoothie. Pak…Jeongja, no, Jeonghwa.”“Right, Jeongja’s someone else. No one calls her that though. Family’s as traditional as they come so they followed the naming customs with the cycles of characters by. Lenei, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone. How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself.