Lekin vaha se koi reply nhi aaya. Maine thodi der wait kiya. Lekin fir b koi reply nahi aya. Maine usse ignore kiya or dusre friends k sathe chat par ...lag gaya.Do din baad wo fir se online dikhi. Mane fir se generally hi kiya. Or uska reply 2 hours ke baad mila. Or usne hello kiya. Hum apna apna intro kiya. Aur generally bate karne lage. Me bate karne me thoda good hu. Or use ye baat pasand ayi. Aur aise hi humare bich batchit chalti rahi. Ab to hum harroj chating karne lage. Ek din maine use. No, it certainly looked more like a slow morning to her, like enjoying the luxury of a flexible schedule she had worked so hard for when she had still been working a full-time dreaded office job in addition to her writing.Years of stress, exhaustion and living a second life had ultimately paid off and afforded her this nice little cottage close to the forest and far from anything she hated, so why not dwell in that luxury for a while?There was no one in the house with her, no one even close. He glanced once more at his watch, half an hour late and he still had at least another 45 minutes left to travel – if he ever got out of this jam! She watched him sigh in frustration. She wished she could warn him but that was against the rules. She was seated beside him but she knew he couldn’t see her and he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to sense her. Not long now, she thought. She looked ahead of them, out of his windscreen towards the cause of the traffic back up. A black Toyota had. "Your Honor, with all due respect. I would remind the court that perhaps this is a decision not best made in haste or anger." [Note to Authors: Lawyers really talk like that. You can tell from my other stories that I wouldn't write shitty dialog like this unless that's how they really speak. They do! That's why you can never understand anything they write. They're even more fucked up when they have time to think about it.] [## Note to readers: I won't interrupt anymore. Promise. ##]The judge.