He called out softly to Mandy, but she didn't answer. He walked over to the bed and touched his lover on the shoulder."Just go away and leave me alone.... I just need to hold her a while."Greg did as she asked, but he was worried. He didn't know what to do. And he really hated to be so helpless in a situation like this. Damnit! As the man of the house, he was supposed to be able to figure out the answers! And in this situation, he couldn't do anything.He finally figured he could make himself. Meanwhile, the late-night comics had been granted a gift from the gods! On the Daily Show, Jon Stewart ran an experiment setting booze on fire (He did two flaming shots, like I had done. His judgment? “Holy [bleeped.] He’s one tough son of a [bleeped!]”) One night he put Stephen Colbert in a dog suit and labeled him their ‘Senior Canine Correspondent’. Leno brought out Santa Claus and a couple of good-looking actresses in sexy elf costumes; Santa put me on the Naughty list, while the elves put. Her long hair was no longer done up in a bun but was open and her eyes were red. Apparently she had been crying. For a moment she swayed but then collecting herself she walked to her chair with measured steps.As she sat down, she let her pallu slide to the floor. Both the MD and Swami literally jumped out of their seats and tried to peek into her partly open blouse. Ignoring them, Arti filled her glass with coke and in one long draught emptied it.Then looking them in the eye said, 'Achcha aaj. Jill and Patty came over to visit with Sarah one day. I was downstairs reading the latest copy of Mad Magazine. I liked that book because I could relate to Alfred E. Neuman. I was about half way through the book when Sarah called me upstairs. She had told me before to come when she calls so I did. I arrived in her room and found her and Patty sitting on the bed."Greg, there's something you need to do." Sure, what do you want?" Go into your room and you'll se what needs to be done."I was totally.