She said, “Welcome home, honey. I see you brought flowers.”Jim placed the vase on the table and went over to his wife. Taking her two hands in his..., Jim answered, “I know how much you enjoy fresh flowers. I must say that it is good to be home, my dear.”The couple kissed and exchanged passionate words that embarrassed Greg to hear. He didn’t think that old married couples acted like that. He wondered how they managed to keep the passion in their marriage. It had definitely died in his marriage.. I don’t suppose you will stop seeing them. This is twice now to two different Black men and both times you told me it was a complete accident. So I am thinking the Pill would stop more accidents.’ He stated.‘Ok. Let me see. I will ask the Doctor today for you. OK?’ I promised.‘Oh thanks love. It might be best from now on. People are laughing at me!’ he cried.‘Just one thing love. I will still need Negros attending to me.’ I insisted.Mick looked at the floor and sighed. ‘Oh really love, really?’. I was a woman now but now I knew all about my pantyhose it wouldbe a while before it spoke to me again.We had another coffee for the road."One more thing," he said as I was leaving. "When Aine tells you thatshe has seen her real Dad you should take this as a warning to cut backon the coffee and cigarettes or you will be dead in a year. But untilthen the cigarettes and coffee will help you. Goodbye."I went home with my head racing with all the things Mr Jones had told me.I wrote down. My name is Kshitij, and I live in Delhi with my mother, father, and servant. I am 21 years old, and this story took place 2 years back when I was 19 and had just joined the new college.My father, Brij Mohan, 42 years old, runs a small grocery store from our house. We have a servant, Raju, who is working for us for the last 5 years. He is very loyal to us and stays with us in our 3BHK house. My mother, Priyanka, 40 years old, is a customer relationship manager in one of the private.