.." Sandra and Bobby looked at each again, then Sandra turned back to Grigsby."There's a problem with the CRNA school rumor." Oh?" Wrong time of the y...ar. The schools don't start this time of year. No one at work will believe it." Oh, crap." There's something simpler," Sandra offered.Grigsby just looked a question at her. "The administrator could send down a rumor that we had been fired for getting too 'friendly' with our patient."Grigsby frowned. "Wouldn't that precipitate a lot of curious. Mere ass bhare bhare hain. Jab mai chalta hoon to unse ghzab ki madakta tapakti hai.Agar mai poora makeup karke aapke samne aa jaoon to aap bhi yahi samjhenge ki koi khoobsoorat laundiya khari hai.Ab mai asli kahani per aata hoon.Bat us samay ki hai jab mai ne class 8th ka ezam diya tha mamma boli ki chutti ho gai hai mausi ke yahan kanpur chale jao.Doosare din mai kanpur chala gaya.Mere mausa ka kanpur me aik bara sa bangla numa makan hai rahne wale kewal mausa mausi aur unla iklota larks. It sounded dangerous and malevolent. Not something you ever want to hear when first waking up in the morning. “Prepare the probe.” “Probe? What probe?” he asked desperately. “Who is that? Who’s there?!” “It’s Alice,” a different voice replied cheerfully. The name rang a bell, and so did the soft feminine tone with which it replied. Somewhere in the watery pea-soup which had become his brain, something was telling David that that name should mean something. “Who?” “I am your domestic artificial. April Wilkinson, however, had a different passion in life. The unassuming looking girl had a predilection for sparking desire in men. See, there are times on our path through life when we make a connection with people. I’m not talking about the friends and lovers that we find ourselves sharing our journey with. I mean those small moments in time when we connect with a complete stranger for maybe just a few seconds. Two bubbles collide and are joined for that small moment in time. Sometimes in.