‘Oh well,’ I thought to myself, feeling like a fool for desiring a woman trapped in a nuthouse. As I opened my eyes again, I could have sworn the...re was a red flicker in my peripheral vision. I looked towards it, and nothing, just my coffee table, and the photo. I shrugged it off as my eyes just playing tricks on me, and took another sip of the dark whiskey. I yawned and laid my head back against the couch, closing my eyes. I only had them closed for a minute, but when I opened them, my house. I was disappointed hearing that. Sandhya suggested common man don’t get moody for this. You can do it tomorrow. Wait a day more.Saying so she turned on the tv and beside me in the sofa. It was huge and I said am disappointed and I want to sleep. I will go home. Sandhya said why do you want to go home. No one is around. You can sleep in my room or sleep here in the sofa. Anythng which you wish for. I said ok that’s fine. I will sleep in home, I will leave now. But sandhya forced me to sleep in. We were leaning against a wrecked wagon, bone-weary after the day'sbattles, one eye on the bodies that littered the plain, now barelyvisible as twilight descended. Attila had retreated to his laager ofwagons to lick his wounds. Tomorrow, if the gods willed it, we woulddestroy the Huns."It certainly looked that way, but no, Theodoric still lives," I said."I was with a party of Visigoths led by Aric of Dacia who fought offthose who would kill him as he was helped from the field. An. Mathew admired everything about Cindy except her choice in husbands. Her first husband barely made a living, and then when she started bringing in the money, he grew resentful and put more than a small fortune up his nose. After shipping him off to rehab with a divorce decree and one time settlement, Cindy swore she was done with the marriage thing. That was until she met Don at the studios of the Happy Living Shopping Network. Don was the main reason she was there. He is responsible for.