Or a failure to take their prenatal vitamins. He had been concerned that maybe there should be changes in how expectant mothers workloads should be li...ghten. Mr. Tristan had spoken to the housekeeper and believed it had been taken care of.Adam’s voice in my head asked, “Is there a problem, Jim?” Adam was learning to read my vital signs in ways beyond mere health. I silently nodded as I eyed the chess board. I wondered, just how intelligent he might be, I speculated if I should play a game of. Our eyes would embrace each other and we would have sex like wild creatures. The animals were in the field when the unloading occurred but they would smell the alfalfa, wander up to the barn, eager to have something to eat even though they could forage still in the field. Then there was my little donkey that spent a lot of time with me in the barn. Next to my dog he was my very best friend…my best friend in more ways than one.He was an undersized donkey and was my favorite; he was kind of. Rashmi was born and brought up in Bangalore. She belonged to one of the wealthiest families with loads of ancestral properties. The family wealth made Rashmi grow as an attitude girl.She spent lavishly enjoying her teenage to the fullest. She found no interest in her studies. Rashmi was one of the naughty girls in her college. She switched her boyfriends with the moody wishes of her mind.Rashmi’s father was a very rigid, old-fashioned, and righteous man. Rashmi had to hide her college affairs. I mean we aren’t spring chickens and look at the girls they have around them these days.”“But Eva, they are your own sons!” “You think I don’t know this? Rachael, you are only going to make the poor lost boy find you even more attractive if you run away from it and try to hide from him. No I find a little reverse psychology is in order, let him look, thank him for looking, tell him you are flattered and even help him out a little.” “Oh Eva, oh…wait, what do you mean, help him out?” I asked.