Then Pankaj lost his job because he submitted fake experience. We have to survive with one income until he gets a job. But Pankaj didn’t get any job... for three months and that raised my concern.My income was not sufficient for me to balance my life. Pankaj started drinking alcohol. It’s difficult to get a job for him because he’s not good at communication and doesn’t have much knowledge too. Things become complicated for me.I decided to sell my Pune flat. as it’s under my name. Luckily I got a. ”“Latisha, you’re what? Twenty-four?”“Yes.”“Right, you’re a kid.”“Just because you’re old doesn’t make me a kid, Derrriiicck.”“I’m thirty-two Latisha.”“Right, you’re old.”“Sooo original. You know, for someone so young, your comebacks are terribly lame.”“Actually, what’s lame is you calling me a kid whilst wanting to know what my insides feel like.”I sat up straight from my chair so quickly that I almost hit my sternum onto the damn desk.“What did you just say?”“Oh pleeeease, Derrick. You think. My Mum suffered in both her legs."She smiled and scribbled something down. "An urban myth, I'm afraid. Sportsmen and women are very prone to them. You'll need to stay off that exercise bike of yours for at least a fortnight. And I'd strongly recommend that you wear a surgical stocking. That way we can nip it in the bud. Are you comfortable with that?" What, staying off the bike?"She gave a girlish giggle. "No silly -wearing a stocking." Where do I go to buy one?" You don't. I can get it made. I lost it at the moment I saw her. She came near my car, smiled shyly and said: “Hi, Ikka get down my friends are here in a restaurant nearby let’s go there.” I knew that would ruin my plan so I said: “I came here to meet u alone, not to hang out with your friends, let’s go somewhere and chat for a while, I will drop u back within two hours” she reluctantly agreed as she saw my face changing. She got inside my car, Wow..She was soo cute in that skirt and top and smelled soo sweet the entire car.