I heard the small outboard motor slow, then stop as the boat glided to my little dock.Juan: Hello in the house Miss Gracie.Juan wasn't Mexican or even... Hispanic at all, he had informed me when we first met. He was a Latin coon ass Cajun.Me: Well if it ain't my favorite Cajun. What you doing in the weeds?I knew what he was doing, but it was what people did on Cord Bayou. You just never assumed anything. One always asked.Juan: Why, I come to take you fishin Cher.Me: Juan what am I going to do with. I saw what they told Karen and Wendy did too. In living color ... with subtitles and the Directors comments running in the background.The accident ... the rescue ... the collision with the door and floor ... the mess at the hospital ... my flight ... Wendy’s flight ... it all came out while we were sitting in the folding metal chairs in the lobby of that 1950’s brick one story building laughingly called the Sheridan County tower.They finished.A long pause ensued.Longer.Longer.Still not long. Fhir maine socha ki mujhe to sawlli ladki se shaddi krwa diya mere sasur ne aur khud gore gore boobs aur choot ka maza liya.After eating food she showed me my room .It was a small house with three rooms and varanda.At night she changed her clothes to nighty.Kya maal lag rhi thi .Maine socha kuch der baat kar leta hu. Baat karte karte kafi raat ho gayi. Jab tak hum dono kafi ghulmil gaye the.Maine puchha ki mummy aap akele kaise reh leti hai ghar me , to unhone kaha ab unki majboori hai.Maine. He did.”“I’m so sorry!” she said, and started to cry.There was only one thing to do. I took her in my arms and hugged her. She sobbed into my chest. Did I want her as a girlfriend? What about my other female friends? What about my sex buddies? What about Jennifer? She and I would have to have a long talk. And I would have to have a long think.“Becky, there are some things to talk about.”“Like what?”This was not going to be easy, but I had to do it, carefully. I could keep some things back for.