Then I arranged the headphones back on her ears, only this time rather boldly brushing me fingers on her soft cheeks under pretext of setting the head...phones right on her. I placed the CD player besides her tummy on the bed on the other side, and arranged the headphone wire such that it ran along her neck over her blouse drooping down to the player from above her tummy. In process, I lightly touched her blouse in the middle, but couldn’t dare to trace my fingers on her fabric encased womanly. She repeated what she had said. ‘Why are you telling me all this?’ I asked puzzled. ‘Kyonki meri pyaari Adi teri choot bhi tau tere jiju ne Holi a mauke pe phardi thi (Because, my dear Adi, your jiju (Jija = jiju = sister’s husband) also deflowered you on the occasion of Holi’ she said giggling. ‘Why this sudden interest in what jiju and I did last Holi’ I inquired raising one eyebrow. ‘Don’t you understand your story has both the ingredients first saali (wife’s sister) -jija angle and the. ”“Kate,” said Ellen in a low voice, “Stop it. Remember how it was for you when you made your introduction.”“If I have to believe Jeanette she can handle it,” Kate whispered in Ellen’s ear.Kate hugged Natalia and spoke in a reassuring tone, “Welcome to GIS, Natalia and I’m looking forward to teaching you.”As they parted from the hug Natalia asked, “Oh wow, what is your specialty?”“Intelligence,” she replied as she slowly winked her left eye.Natalia stared at the woman trying to comprehend what. We'd been married for three months when that bolt snapped. It happened to be a very important bolt, and the engine lost power. It was coincidence that there was a storm going on around the plane at the time too. The end result was that I lost her, and the wound went deep enough that, ten years later I still haven't been on a date. I can blame the bolt, or the company that made it, or maybe the mechanic who torqued it down too tightly. But I can't blame coincidence.Even if we wanted to put all.