That was always the way we worked. When one of us had a shitty day, the other would spoil us rotten with massages, wine, a tasty meal, and a re-energi...ing night of sex. Of course we always had sex no matter what kind of day we'd had, but the bad nights were particularly intense. Somehow, we each felt compelled to make the experience that much more rewarding on the off days."Oh, and did I tell you I got skunked at my open house?' He quirked an eyebrow. "Not a single soul showed up," I groaned,. "Go on then," he answered before returning to his paper.I dropped four thick slices of bread into the toaster and went looking for the butter and the marmalade."You're in luck," I told him. "Mum must have liked you when she went shopping." I held up a jar of orange marmalade and one of lime. "Which would you like?" I'll have the orange," he said folding up his newspaper.I carried the two jars back to the side by the toaster and waited for the bread to pop out of the top. My thoughts drifting. Hic... do they call you The Professor Sam?"It was the last of the drinking triad, Lisa, asking the question. Actually all the guys in the newsroom knew my nickname was 'The Professor, ' but only a handful actually knew why. "It's just a nickname Lisa, that's all, just a nickname." Horse shit Sam, I know it's a nickname but I want to know why? I mean, after all it's not like you are a real professor or anything, so how come the moniker?" None of your fucking business Ms. Life Style Editor, it's. . koi bhi darwaja khola toh awaj se gharwale jag jaayenge.Kaise bhi dheere se maine sabse pehle humara andar ka interlock khola, phir bahar dekha ki boyfriend ghar ke bahar khada tha, ushe phn karke bola wahan se haate chaukidar ne dekh liya toh uthakar le jaayenge aur police ke hawale kar dengeJaisi he chaukidar seeti baji wo jaldi se garden me chup gaya aur jaise he chaukidar gaya maine darwaja kholaMain gate kholti toh bahut aawaj hoti isliye ushe wo wala gate koodna padha.Ushe jaldi se apne.