I could smell sweet, musky femininity here, so close to the intimacy of your secret self.And so now, I had you, laid back on the bed. I had pushed you...gently to the bed and you had moved obediently before me. You didn't say a word. You didn't laugh, you didn't smile. You didn't give any hint of what you were feeling. Not through sounds, anyway. Your gentle obedience spoke loudly, though.I positioned you on the bed, on your back. You lay there, gazing up at me, the expression on your face plain. She moaned with pleasure as I teased her sensitive nipples with my tongue and when I gently fondled her breasts cupping them nicely in my hands. “Aakash, your hands and lips feel so nice on my breasts. I wish I can have you do that all day”. ” I wish so too.” “I think we can fulfill our wishes at least for a week, Aakash. We can spend our time in this room all day, we are free to do what we want next week when your uncle goes to his hometown with his mother for a week”I kissed her again on her. There's a saying that things happen in "threes." I don't know where that idea came from, but it proved to be the case for our family over the next month. I wasn't conscious of it to begin with. They were just disconnected events that I didn't recognize until looking back at them.A courier arrived at our door on the following Monday with an envelope. It was from a legal firm in Vancouver. I assumed it had to do with Helen's death. I was wrong. I opened it to find a letter and a cheque. I did a. I slipped off into my dreams again.Waking up I felt more or less fine, I was lying in a hospital bed and fromthe way the walls looked it was in the underground area of our MCO office.Except the bed and a metal toilet seat and a wash basin the room wascompletely empty. One of the doctors if I remembered his name right he wascalled Meyer, entered the room through a security door that was build towithstand a c4 charge without opening."Good morning Jacob how are you feeling today?" A lot better.