No response. Holy shit, I felt restless. If grandpas were not here, it'd be a waste of time coming here. I knocked again, more loudly this time; still...there was no response. I checked the door again. It still appeared locked from inside.I kept my rucksack in front of the door and slowly strolled towards the back of the house. It was a warm afternoon and it was possible that grandpas might be sunbathing in the backyard.My guess was right. The backyard was not deserted. I could at least see one. This offered a panoramic view of the entire wall as it stretched away to the south, and most of it as it stretched away to the west. The roofs of Garden Hill, clumped together in geometric patterns, a few of the chimneys spouting smoke, could nearly all be seen from this vantage point.It was four days after the town vote that had accepted the trio into Garden Hill and made Brett the new head of security. As had been predicted in advance, the only nays that had been shouted out had come from. She made me some tea and we started to talk she told me she had been a widow for 5 years and it was nice to have someone around to help out, I said to her anytime you need something just ask and I will help you she smiled and was happy and said her thanks. Three weeks had passed and one night I heard her fighting with someone I knocked on her door and I could tell she was depressed and angry and she asked me if I could come in her brother-in-law stopped over had some drinks and started to get. " Jim laughed and hugged Seema tightly to his chest. "It’s alright, honey. It seems our bodies like each other. I guess we’ll have to get better acquainted in the near future. I come in here a couple times a month when I’m in Mumbai on business. I’d like to see you again, if that’s alright with you." "Oh yes, Sir. I think I’d like that too." Seema smiled broadly at her first regular customer and began wiggling her body on his. "That’s okay honey. If you don’t mind, how about just laying on me.