Besides if that old coot actually practiced magic rather than spending his time bothering me, the mandrake extract I borrowed from is lab would have b...en fresh. His little niece would have ended in my bed rather than in the infirmary puking her guts out.My name is Silas Dunmore and this is how it all began. I was born in a farm in the small village of Sheepmeadow , everything you need to know about it is in the name. My mom was a naive farm girl that believed since before my birth that my dad. They all heard a loud bell and Molly said, "Oh bother," and making a face she went out to get something."What is it," Vixen asked."The morning mail," Monica said."Your mother sure seems upset about getting mail," DD said amused."That's because there are usually ten to twenty fund-raiser and social ball invitations a day and they usually all need an immediate RSVP," Andrew explained."An immediate what," Hustler asked."An RSVP," Monica said."Hey I've heard of those," Vixen said, "Rory was mad. N: ok sure then, lunch at my place?A: as you wish, madam, bye!N: see you tomorrow..Natasha’s heart was pounding a lot, excited at the prospects of meeting Arnab again, that too at home, alone!The next day, afternoon, Arnab arrives, in his formal clothing, presumably directly from work. He sure has grown into a handsome man & maintained his fitness. But so has Natasha, into a fairer but still a curvaceous gorgeous lady. She was wearing a deep cut black blouse with white red cotton saree. She. I felt the blood drain from my face and the lipstick fell from mysuddenly nerveless fingers."What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.I tried to speak, but only managed a strangled gargle as I struggled forbreath, and then I did what many other girls would have done under suchcircumstances. I fainted...............Bloody airlines! Why do you give them your contact numbers if they don'tcall and tell you the flight will be delayed? An hour's trip to theairport, to find out there are "Mechanical.