It was neither Rajesh nor even Aman. It was Rahul. She was both happy and surprised to see him at such an early time.Rahul – ‘Hi Riya aunty. Happy...birthday to you!’Riya – ‘Hey Rahul. Thanks a lot. But how come you know about my birthday. Even my sons didn’t know about it’Rahul – ‘You are wrong, aunty. Your sons knew about it very well.’Riya – ‘Really? They haven’t wished me yet.’Rahul – ‘Just wait for a few minutes’He closed her eyes using both his palms and then gently moved her over to the. “Clayton Cheeks is on his way; see if you can give him some pointers to help him out. You are right; there is a power struggle going on there. That is about as much as I know, in addition to our previous conversation,” Frank replied before he hung up.I watched the video starting with Tuesday on fast forward; just like a switch had been turned, yesterday at three there was a mass rush to the fence. Women were hanging cardboard and being berated for not working fast enough.The artist started work. I smile and kiss his nose, slipping out from under him and taking off toward the front door of his "house". It's really just an underground cave with a lot of different pockets that we use as rooms, with furniture of course. But its home to us. I morph into my wolf form as I make it through the tunnel entrance door, running full speed. I jump over a log and stop to rub against a tree. -Mark's point of view- I run along, slowing down to give her a headstart. I know she likes feeling like its a. After offering cream and sugar, which the woman politely refused, Leslie sat down with her own tea and they began to talk.There was something about the old woman's cherubic face, her iron-grey hair and her kindly manner that put Leslie instantly at ease. In no time, she was pouring her heart out to the kindly stranger. She showed the woman a picture of she and Gil taken on their vacation to Bermuda, his tall and tanned muscular frame contrasting with Leslie's voluptuous body and long red.