I said her no I don’t want to be with her. She said again but said lastly it’s ok it’s your decision. I said let’s meet I want to talk. She sa...d ok in a coffee bar.We met in a coffee bar next day and she came in her top and jeans. She looked pretty in her specs. She sat and I said thank you for coming. She said its ok Ravi. Her top was deep neck and tight and her boobs were making a beautiful shape and also her cleavage was visible. I kept staring her boobs and she asked What are you seeing. The driver stood on his seat in the boot and yanked her black leather trunk over the rail atop of the stage and down onto the street in one easy motion, raising a cloud of fine dust. Mary walked the few steps to stand beside it, pausing for Mr. Burgstone to fetch her belongings so they could depart for the ranch. No such thing seemed to be in his mind, however. Mr. Burgstone, scratching at his underarm, untied a mangy looking mule from a nearby hitching rail and ambled slowly back to the stage.. We can't take them there until we've broken them in good ourselves. You understand that they must be perfectly primed. I want Greg in my palm as much as I have Janet or he might blow the works." Oh, thank you, Darling," she cooed over the line. "You're so sweet to me. Sometimes I think you're a little too lenient." Well," he said, "Don't worry about that now. I'm leaving the office to see Janet. I want to impress upon her the importance of the weekend trip and then I'll see you about six. Then walk. One bare foot after the other travels the path, winding through the canopy of trees, uncaring that my soles are scratched and scuffed by bark and twigs, descending towards the edge of the lake.After the violence of its intrusion, the mist that guides me appears somehow encouraging. There are no more voices. I'm calm. Centred. Balanced, with clarity I've not felt in over a decade. Maybe longer. Like my entire neural network has somehow been rewired or cleansed.I stop short of the lake.