Beena arrived at the house. I was waiting for her and as soon as she came I opened the door and as she was walking along the corridor to Grandma’s r...oom I started giving her my undivided attention to which I was glad to note she was responding. I kissed her on her face, lips, eyes, and then I removed the pallu of the saree she was wearing, and kissed her firm, ample bosom. She was looking at me dreamily as I escorted her slim, lithe body to my own bedroom. There was so little time since Grandma. I thought if you did want to know about him…I’d at least let you know who you could ask.’ A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. ‘I think I’d like to know,’ she said hesitantly. She wasn’t sure, would it be better to know nothing about what she’d never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could’ve been? ‘Can I ask you something now?’ ‘Absolutely.’ ‘Would I have liked him?’ The boy nodded. ‘I think so. He was quiet at. I feel weightless.”I chuckled and asked her, “Can you stand up on your own while I untie you?”Chiara snuggled tighter against me and replied, “I can, but keep your arms around me a bit longer.” Chiara sighed, and asked Megan, “Megan, would you be a dear and untie me? Gil has his hands full.” She turned her head to look at Megan and cooed, “Give me a few minutes and I’ll make good on my promise. Poor baby, you must be aching to come.”Megan could not reply or make eye contact with Chiara or. Sinbad often does this sort of thing, talking to him self. He doesn't often look for strays.Tim's eyelids slowly parted and he gazed out of eyeless eye sockets, "Hello... Who's there? I can't see anything, why is it so dark in here?" 'allo boy'o you mind telling me why you're in'a dress?" Sinbad changed his accent with a seamless transition. "What... hello who's there?" Eh, forget about it... you might know me as The Blue Loop Jew, Willie the Knee Wilson, or Mac O'Rooney. You might have even.