That is the reason I meet her every now and then. Out of curiosity, one day I asked an attendant about her. He told me that her name was Sunanda Jose...h. She was married and her husband was Mathew Joseph, a patient in the ICU. Mathew was a Keralite. Sunanda hailed from Orissa. Sunanda and Mathew were residents of Jamshedpur. It had been only three months of their marriage. Sunanda’s father was Ajit Patanayek, an industrialist based at Jamshedpur. Mathew was a mechanical foreman in a local steel. Her ability to remain visible and audible seemed to be getting better all the time, although neither of us could say why. Either her focus improved with usage or my frequent sperm donations boosted her staying power. Whatever it was, she could remain visible for hours at a time. I liked that because, aside from the sex, she was good company.We sat at the kitchen table as I sipped tea and she watched (eating and drinking weren't a part of her world). We were discussing wallpaper and paint colors. Again! How did he keepfinding himself in these situations? Clearly Jordan wasn't thinking ofhimself yet as a pretty girl in a sundress.Johanson started the car, enjoying as he always did its throaty roar. Helooked over and smiled at Jordan before pulling out of the parking space."I hope that we're still on for the luncheon on Sunday," Johanson said."Mrs. Guertin is eager to meet you." Well..." Jordan saw an opportunity. "Actually, I think I may bow out, ifthat's okay. I... ah..." Jordan. I start to dress out, couldn't think of anything else to do now. I open my locker, and immediately look at my helmet on the top shelve. Gently taking it out, I hold it up. “Have you guys seen this” ? Several of the guys go for their lockers and grab their helmets. “Ahhh man----ohh fuck---damm Dillon, this is awesome” ! Seems our team managers had painted our helmets with glitter paint---blue and silver. They were totally bad ass looking. “I can't let this go un-noticed dudes---I'll be rite.