And hard to believe I was just thinking about Mandira, ki my cell phone rang. And I got a charge of testosterone all over my body when I saw “Mandir... (psy)” on the phone screen. Taking a deep breath I received the call and wished,– Hello Miss Mandira.– Hello namastey Mr. Mishra. Sorry to disturb u at work; but it was urgent to call u.– Its fine ma’am. And what important u are talking about?– Yeah, How about last night of Mrs. Mishra? – Hmm, just fine no screaming this time, but she was. "Now let me show you around the house" she went on "bathroom's upstairs to the right, my bedroom and the kids bedrooms are at the end of the hall from the bathroom, kitchen's over there, i wrote all my contact information on this piece of paper, i left some cash on the counter if you guys decide to order pizza, ashley's bed time is 8 O'clock so make sure she's in bed by then, ill be home around 12, so once she goes to bed you can hangout in the basement if you'd like, there's a flat screen down. When you make too much noise, we will gag you. Scar is going to build you a shelter, and you will have blankets to keep warm."I did not reply. I decided to say as little as I could while I was chained. I would be dumb. I sat with my legs crossed and my hands on my knees in the meditation pose that the lecherous healer had taught me while I was still his apprentice. I chanted an old calming chant under my breath while they attached my chain and Scar built me a simple shelter with some sticks and. Kokata winced. ‘It’s healing,’ he snarled. ‘Let me look,’ insisted his Lei and reached out. She wasn’t wearing her gloves. ‘Don’t touch me,’ snarled Kokata, and moved himself and his leg out of her reach. His Lei turned away from him, and he pretended he couldn’t figure out that she was crying. She shouldn’t have taken her gloves off anyway. It was too cold for that. Months had passed since they had killed Dark, but he still dreamt about it almost every night. He couldn’t be intimate anymore..