I too wanted it as I was very upset and heartbroken. My husband’s friend came at 5 in the evening. I sat on his bike and we went to a nearby coffee ...parlor, as most of the things were still closed.Irfan had nothing to do, he drove his bike for some time and dropped me at my PG. I said nothing to him and came to my PG.That time, I was upset again. I called Irfan at around 9 pm. We talked for an hour where he again consoled me. I slept like that talking with him and I woke up around 12 am. I. Or bol deti thi ki tu mujhse shadi kar le. Or khil khila kar hasti thi.Pata nahi shayad wo jaanbhuj kar apne boobs ke dharshan karati thi. Jo ki kafi mote the. Main ek din unke ghar gya jo ki mummy ne bola tha ki dahi dekar aane ko. Bell bajai to aunty maxi me bahar aati thoda pasine me thi shayad kuch kaam kar rahi thi. Maine unse dahi di to unhone andar aane ko bola. Shayad unhone andar kuch nahi pahna tha, wo majak kabhi bhikar deti thi. Us din wo boli ki rahul, aagar teri koi gf nahi hai to. With all the hype how could you not go.A very boring hour long talk about the future and humanities role in shaping the earth was followed by a twenty minute session where they hooked you up to a computer by little stick on wires and asked a ton of seemingly useless questions, such as “If you witnessed a child drop sticky candy would you a. Dust it off and tell them it was fine, b. Buy them a new one, c. Laugh, or d. Not care, walk away.” Or even better, just, “Pink or black?” That isn't even a. A sudden thought hit me. At least I hoped the world was.OK, let me start at the beginning. My name is Bill Black. I am the oldest of three children, or rather I was, our brother passed away two years ago. At the time, I was in a somewhat secret investigatory agency of the federal government.Our brother's death hit me harder than anything ever had. Hell, even the two divorces were a cake walk compared to the gut punch that was.So, here I was two and a half years later, still feeling like shit..