“Any day now. The timing of that event couldn’t be worse. By the way — how do you like my father?”“He was a little testy in the car I though....”“You’ll discover he’s kind of like a stale candy — crusty on the outside but soft and gooey on the inside. He feels guilty — he thinks he’s responsible for me having to go off my meds.”“I understand that. A dad wants to be able to take care of his little girl. I’d like to have a talk with him if you think that would be okay.”“Go ahead. Both my parents. Every man with the ball would have a hard on seeing her structure.As she lived upstairs I would always stare at her while climbing sown the stairs.She is married and had a girl child of 14.I was close to her daughter so that I would go to her house anytime and she and vice versa (she used to come with her daughter).One Saturday morning I was playing alone in the verandah.She was climbing down the stair-case and she was dressed in Kerala saree.As she was coming down her boobs were swinging. Her arms were stretched over her head so I thought I'd try a wrist pulse too. I have to admit, that is what probably saved her life because as I lifted her arm to try for a pulse, she groaned. Not loudly, but just as soft as a light breeze wafting through the cattails. And that was enough to let me know, she was not completely dead, but nearly so.I thought of Wesley's fate, played by Carey Elwes in the movie The Princes Bride, when Mandy Patinkin and Andre The Giant brought him to Billy Crystal. No one passes it on the way somewhere else. Of course, other people seeking privacy, to smoke or drink or just hang out, might go there; but I was reasonably confident by now that a simple mental "keep away" message would guarantee that we would have the place to ourselves."So what's the problem?" I asked her."Umm, well, it's like this. I'm not sure why I let you feel me up the other day -- I guess it was hormones, or something -- but I thought I should let you know that that sort of thing.