It was Gary. That’s whose mistake it was, and yes, it was his fault. ‘Rod, old son,’ he said to me that dark cold March evening in the pub, ‘I...t’s a chance you’ve always dreamed about. Now you can have it.’ ‘It?’ I’m afraid I shouted, and other patrons glanced my way. So more quietly: ‘It is a She!’ ‘Ssh!’ he said. ‘People are looking.’ ‘Rachel is your wife,’ I said more quietly and with exaggerated patience. ‘I always thought marriage was in some sense about faithfulness – you know – not going. So our time in India continued every two or three days there was acricket match we flew to the different venues rehearsed and danced atthe match. One venue really stuck in my mind this was one that was overlooked bywonderful mountains; through the gap between the stands you cold see thespectacular sight of the Himalaya?s it was so atmospheric.With there being ten of us one of us always had a match off, we were inJharkhand in the North East of the country the team were playing atRanchi. ..It hit me... "Well..." I said, and grabbed her hand, making her fall ontop of me. "Maybe if you clean up for us...." I said, kissing her quickly on the cheek.She caught my meaning and wasn't mad anymore... I snaked my hands up her shirt. "Oh, I forgot... I don't want you..." I saw the anger in her eyes rise again, but before she could respond... "I need you..." and then I pulled her shirt off, kissing each breast. As I unclasped that Black Bra, I grabbed her back, and pushed her left tit into. Katrin was just relieved she could plead ignorance and leave those discussions to the parents.There was a commotion outside and two of the older boys ran into the building, accompanied by Nedley, who was closer to their age than to the adults. Boktar had told him to watch over the older children, more to give him something to do than out of any real need.One of the boys shouted, “The mountain lords are here!” That was how the refugees referred to the stormborn when Sarette and Gregor weren’t.