Sally, an old sometimes friend and constant romantic obsession. She was sitting lotus fashion, her wrists resting on her knees. The most tantalizing p...rt was that Sally was naked.She was the same as she had always been in my dreams and feverish imaginings. Her short straight brown hair was brushed casually back, the tips ending above her slim shoulders. Her almond eyes of brown were framed by heavy eyebrows and long lashes.Her face was dominated by a straight blade of a nose of average size.. It was the first time I’d been asked directions by a cab driver in a foreign country.The cabbie suddenly pulled over, stopped in the breakdown lane of the highway. Big beeping trucks whizzed by us. A scarlet Lamborghini careened inches away, at breakneck speed.I handed the driver my phone. After a shouting match with my hotel’s front desk, he finally figured out the way... We chugged into the city, into the Bund area, passed by the waterfront’s colonial architecture and nearby glittering glass. My all dreams now i have lost my all hopes and tried to forget that hole but i was observing about their proceedings and i came to know that her father and mother were doing job she was in school and her brother also studied in school but the one good thing favoring me that he was in evening shift sooooooo that girl is alone at home from 1 pm to 6 pm i watched the girl daily coming from school wearing skirt and become crazy after seeing her very fair and good shaped legs but only up to knees. He didn’t have the deep, painful romantic love you read about and the women seem to dream about but he thought it was good. Huh, guess I missed that one. George placed the dictionary on the small table beside his chair and picked up the stapled papers once again. He was still rereading them when his wife came out of the small house they had lived in since his early retirement five months previously. She looked over at him and sat impatiently in the chair on the other side of the table and said,.