She tried to stand but she was struggling i told wait here and got an auto and slowly helped her to get up and hold her hip and she moaned sssssshhs a...nd i told we go to out apartments and I give first aid than I drop to your house i told she said I am staying in P.G I told I will drop you there and took to my flat as my parents were in Chennai for some function and I took to my flat and made to sit on sofa relaxed and I removed her shoes which she told pls don’t I will help myself I told its ok. Do the best you can in whatever you do. No more. No less. The code was contagious. Despite myself, I kept trying to find ways to be a better assistant and a better man.Two minutes after high noon, our convoy arrived at the rally point located a few hundred feet off the State Highway."Gather around." Sheila held her arms wide, and we joined her in a group huddle which gradually compressed into a group hug. "One last reminder, for the sake of us all, don't get involved with the cops. No fucking. “It’s an invitation,” She said. “To a Masquerade Ball.”Terry laughed derisively, “A what?” he sneered.Sandy turned back to the washing up and gulped silently. Why did it always have to be like this, why was Terry such an inverted snob.“A dance,” she clarified. “Everyone wears masks and at midnight you all take them off and find out who you’ve been talking to all night. It’s quite fun actually.”“Oh is it? Actually?” Terry stood up and crossing the small kitchen, pulled her around by her. Live like a king from the Bronze Age, a harem of women, people bowing down to you like a god when you can stretch out your hand and make your will manifest by letting infernal magic taint your body. I'd tease my older sister about staring into her eyes and making her my slave, and she'd throw a pillow or something at my head. Mom would step in and separate us, but it was all in good fun. I was a teenage kid then, and I think most of us have dreams of that sort at that age.The problem is when.