Her mother, Ursola, and father, Janos, were the children of refugees from the 1956 Hungarian uprising. Their parents had escaped in the chaotic afterm...ath and had landed as legitimate refugees, first in Camp Kilmer, New Jersey, and finally settling in the City of New York.The Hungarian community gathered together to share their experiences at the Magyar Neighborhood House. It was there that Janos first met Ursola, discovering they both went to the same school. They began dating when Ursola. I should mention a habit that I had developed over the past years of living in my village. Sundays were cooking days for me. I would prepare soups and stews, which I decanted into smaller containers and froze in my chest freezer. In this manner, I did not have to endure the daily grind of cooking for myself. I always had a plethora of meals that I could thaw and warm for my daily sustenance.As it so happened, on that day, I had made a large pot of vegetable soup and stunning soda bread.“I know. “There’s nobody around Jyotsna, you go to bed. Don’t worry,” I said. But the maid clung on to my hand whispering, “Sir don’t leave me, I’m frightened.” As I tried to gently disentangle her fingers she clung on to me even more fiercely saying, “Sir please, please stay here.” By then the closeness of contact with this woman, plain though she might have been, started getting me aroused. I suddenly realised that Jyotsna obviously wanted to have sex. Much later I learnt from her that she had often. See you about 9 or so. Bye!"At that, Lois looked at her watch. "4:30. Oh well, I may as well fix aquick meal and catch the news," Lois said. Munching on a salad whilewatching the local news, Lois forgot about food and watched intently whenthe national news came on at 6:30. There was a rather intense story beingaired about the nuclear weapons situation developing in southern Asia. When the news was over, Lois got up to clean her dishes, then when going back into the living room, saw the.