I understand their reasoning. I even agree with them. But I would maintain that they're looking at the situation all wrong.Just the opposite. There se...ems something entirely ‘right’ about all this, something that I can’t even explain. That's in large part because explanations are always utilitarian, rational, and based on principles of acquisition, self-justification, and the universally agreed upon value of survival. What I'm doing here has nothing to do with any of these sensible daytime. Her skin was smooth and almost spotless despite the freckled scattered across her cheeks and over her nose. She had a habit of biting at her bottom lip, which exposed her white teeth; a starching contrast to the darkness that surrounded her. Her cheek bones were high, and her smile from tonight’s activities accented them tonight. She turned, walking into the alley that would take her toward her street. The streetlights didn’t quite reach to the middle and she would be walking in almost complete. I guessed may be it was her nature and i was quite right too. She was a very shy person. She didn’t talk much to other neighbors nor did she to me. I always searched for opportunities to talk to her but i was never able to. Whenever, i would meet her in the garden or anywhere else and offer my ‘hello to mrs.saxena’. She replied back with a dry ‘hi’ and walk away. It was not only with me. She didn’t spoke much to anyone.But i was soon to discover another beautiful side to her. Her violin. She. Her shoulder tingled where he'd touched her. "Well, that was the longest he's ever spoken, before!" one of the men spoke. "I'll say; love the guy, but let's get this party started." Gloria flushed, despite her outgoing nature. She had to get something straight, before proceeding. "Wait...let me ask something...does this happen often? All this...you know, under the table stuff?" she asked Gerald. "I think only when times are good, Gloria. Let's just say I'm seeing why this firm does so well,.