’ ‘So you need her to hold your hand?’ ‘Yes in a manner of speaking. She’ll know what I’m meant to be looking for.’ ‘Oh I see,’ he g...rinned. ‘Mal you heard Mrs Smith say to me, ‘Make this part yours Roxy’. Well…’ ‘I understand now. Yes we’ll send you and Mrs Smith to Silver Oaks. Don’t forget to take protection.’ ‘God you are disgusting.’ Mal looked guilty and she giggled, sending him into a belly laugh. ‘It was funny Mal but still disgusting. God Mal she’d older than you.’ Mal drove along. I'd gotten a touch of malaria on the Canal, and now here I was playing guard dog to the damned Seabees, watching to see that no sniper took a potshot at those hotshot 'dozer jockeys.Kathleen her name was, the name the missionaries gave her. I couldn't get my mouth around her native name. Damned if she didn't initiate me into the mysteries, and with none of the nonsense the girls stateside used to insist on. Got right to the point. And whatever else the missionaries taught her, it didn't include. Everything about her made his physical form hum to that natural emanation of youth.He put his mind away from putting his lips on her. He respected Sheila too much to try something like that. Especially after she had told him so long ago that she had loved him. And he knew she hadn't been lying, that in her lovely life she had never said that to another soul. Besides that, she had been the only half-assed normal person to have any feelings for him. However, he just didn't have those feelings for. I was more concerned about my career. My English is poor as my education until matriculation was in Kannada medium so kindly bear with me.It starts from marriage of my elder sister Preethi.My sister got married to Prashant very handsome and rich person. They have good business at Hubli. Within few months of my didi’s marriage, her father in law passed away due to massive heart attack. So, my jiju became alone to handle his vast business and he found it too difficult to handle it alone. He came.