After walking for what seemed like forever, I seen some car lights. I put my thumb out to hitch a ride. the car stopped and the passenger window rolle...d down. a man voice asked if I needed a ride? I said yes and jumped in. the guy seemed real cool, we talked and laughed. I explained that I had gotten into a fight with my girl and she kicked me out. he said I could stay at his house tonight. he had a nice house, he broke out some gofast. I had never done it but was in the mood to party so I. Maybe we can find some kind of shelter. A cave or something. Come on!" Shelter" was just a large fallen tree lying at a forty-five degree angle against a small rise in the ground. It looked stable enough, so Doug put Mary and Alyson under it while he scrounged branches, fronds, small bushes--anything he could use to build a lean-to wall on the windward side. Mary had insisted on helping, but he overruled her. "Aly's hanging by a thread. If we leave her alone she could snap. Just get back under. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Clearing his throat he cautiously addresses her; “You know there are only four days until I fly to Delhi?” She only hums a distant reply and continues to mindlessly play with her breakfast. “Did I tell you I managed to find a cheaper flight from Delhi to Bihar?” he asks, hoping to get some sort of conversation from her. When she doesn’t reply, he continues in vain to pull his wife from wherever her mind is. “A friend told me I could nearly halve my cost. We got drenched from head to toe in a matter of minutes.Anyhow, we reached her place (it was still raining). When she got down from the bike and stood beside me in her wet see through saree which was sticking to her blouse and showing those beautiful mounds (that gave me an instant hard-on), she looked like a sexy actress in the Hindi movies about to do a wet rainy song. And she said come over and dries you, and her husband (my wife’s brother) was not at home. We climbed the staircase. I was.