Ushke haath sarakte hue meri chati ke ubharo ko tatolne laage…aab mere sabra ka bandh toont gaya…main sidhi let gayi..Aur ushke haathon ko apne ji...m par raingne ki izzazat de di..Raju mere vakch sthal ko buri trah noch raha tha..dhire dhire usne mere blouse ke saare huk khol diye..or mere sttan pyar pane ko uttawale ho meri choli se baahar aane ko betab the..usne itne bedardi se meri choli ko khincha ki hook toot gaya..or mere hott dard ke mare phadphada uthe..mere uuroj aab naange ho chuke. But she was no longer that person. She learned and she survived and she met and married a wonderful man who she loved enough to want to change her life. She got her GED, she got a job and together they began a life. She was 3 months pregnant when he was called up for active duty from the Reserves. He went willingly since he felt it was his duty and she watched him go with pride. Her pride turned to grief 4 months later when she got word that he was killed in action. She went into labor and. ”“Is somebody in here?” a melodic female voice asked.“Who is that?” asked Antonio, still picking up the debris on the floor.“Me … I think I’m lost. Maybe you can direct me. Are you the janitor?”“No … but sometimes I do his work. Where are you going?”“I’m supposed to see a Mr. Travis for an interview?”“Interview for what?”“I have a flyer. It says they need a Copywriter.”“When are you scheduled to see Travis?”“Monday … uh … the 7th at nine.”“Today is Saturday the 5th and it is almost three. .. So I'm an orphan,healer girl who sews and sells dresses. If I had known I was going tobe a girl, I wouldn't have chosen that. I wouldn't mind being a witty,_male_ bard or perhaps a buff, _male_ martial artist or something,but... -He (she?) continued to speak to the customer, "But you didn't come tovisit, did you? You're looking for a new dress?"- It's a dress store, isn't it? She's a woman isn't she? Of courseshe's looking for a dress. Why am I asking such silly questions? -She nodded, "I.