As it was, she clucked and told me to get up, and then when I didn't move, sat down and asked if I was okay.Rather than get into it - how could I, any...way? - I told her I was fine, forced myself to get up, and sat on the computer in the family room, staring blankly at the rectangles I'd made.It really shouldn't have taken as long as it did, but as soon as it occurred to me, it was blindingly obvious - Chrome has a history function.I don't think our computer mouse has ever moved that fast - it. For some reason I'd never mastered many remotes either. I guess that was the result of being an adult. All adults have problems with them.Give a three year-old a remote and they will start up the TV and the Home Theater system with two strokes and drop it on the couch and settle back as if it was nothing. There is just something in their brains that just lets them do it. Bumble Bees! Kids just don't know they can't do it, so they do!So there I was totally frustrated by the box and ready to. But it made my night sleepless. One day i went to her room, she comes out of bathroom only with towel, half of her boobs and thighs are visible, she dont care about me and wore nighty in front of me. She was in kitchen preparing food, i hugged her from behind and kissed her cheeks and said am hungry,she said, wait kutta, maa preparing dish for you. My penis erected and it touches her ass, am sure she feels it, but not utter a word. I feel pain without her.I shared my problem to my friend ,he. "A child's desires are easily satisfied, Robbie. Theychange by the hour, flowing like treacle over thetongue. Warm and sweet, but empty of all substance.First time you came here, the shelves were lined withtoys and baubles. All you saw for three years wereGameboys, skateboards and catcher's mitts." Shepaused, grinning at some private joke, then concluded:"Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails - that's whatRobbie's dreams are made of."Robin blinked several times, sensing an undertone oftaunt in.