It seemed that either I had had too much to eat or perhaps there was some other problem but I couldn’t fall asleep. After tossing around for a while... I decided to do what Rohit had been doing; i.e.to take some fresh air from the balcony the door of which was still open.I got out of the bed and very slowly proceeded to the balcony leaving behind on the same bed two people: my wife clad in virtually nothing but her bangles, necklace, anklets and a very thin nightie and my best friend, muscular and. “Oooh,” she gasped.“What sort of panties have you got on?” I asked, in true youth style. I couldn’t see or even feel any under her tight, short skirt.“Not saying,” she teased, wiggling her hips between my hands. I went and put some music on, closed the curtains and came back to her. With my hands back on her hips we began to dance.“I can’t feel any panties...” I pursued the subject.“You’re not suggesting a girl like me would come to a party without any panties on?” she fluttered her eyelashes. His father. His family. And his female would be left to wander this realm without him by her side. So much at stake, and yet each day he found himself caring less and less about the consequences save for one. Her. He would never let her suffer. He would find and protect her, then spend the rest of this life and any that might follow cherishing her. She would know no pain with him. Only pleasure. Only joy. Only happiness. Even from a distance, even though he didn’t know who she was, she was. ” “Okay.” She pauses for a moment. “There’s something I have wanted to ask you—” “What is it?” “—but I don’t know if I should.” “Why not?” “It’s kind of personal.” I blink several times. “Go ahead and ask.” She licks her lips and says, “My question is: why don’t you just write an article and have it published? What’s holding you?” I don’t answer right away. No one has ever asked me that before. “I’m . . . afraid . . . I guess.” “What are you afraid of?” “I honestly don’t know.” “Yes, you do..