The second year, I began collecting dogs. I trained them to help me hunt, and they protected the farm from the packs of feral dogs now roaming the cou...tryside. For the first two years, I avoided the city. The stench of decay was horrible. When I needed lumber or hardware, I kept to the main roads, got what I needed, and got out. I wasn't exactly hiding, but I wasn't advertising my presence either.After ten years, survival was second nature. I had raided the libraries for field guides, anything. The piano player reminded me of her going through emotionless blow jobs with her disinterested musical rendition of a song best left forgotten. They could have been twin sisters in personality if not in looks.I approached the piano cautiously and dropped a five dollar bill into the glass more out of pity for her servitude, than appreciation for the memory evoked by the tune she was playing.When she looked up at me with that thousand mile stare without really seeing me at all, I studied her face. ” Maine kaha “aap mere boss ki biwi ho aap jab bhi chahe aa shakti hai main kaun hota hun puchhane wala?” Unhone kaha “ha ye bhi sahi hai main tumhare boss ki biwi hun lekin ab tumhari biwi banana yaha ayi hun subah ki adhuri baat puri karne ayi hun arun.” Maine turant unki aur dekha aur unke paas gaya maine unhe sidha pakad ker table per bitha diya aur unke hoth chumne laga wo bhi mera saath de rahi thi maine unka pallu niche gira diya. Unhone mera lund pakad liya pent ke upper se hi sahelane. “I cook a fantastic steak on the grill. I went to cooking school 2 years up in Boston. Oh those were the days,” he said leaning back and laughing. “Yeah I had those too, when I studied Electronics,” I said thinking back. “Damn, a smart man. Did you finish and get your degree?” he asked. “Of course, A-plus honor roll. Top of my class,” I said proudly. “Hell, I’m impressed Andy. Let’s drink to your success,” he said pulling out two cold Buds. “Yes, let’s toast, to by-gone days,” I said.