"So you're pregnant, and I'm still here. You are the mother of ... my child. Is that something you want, or do we ... need to discuss other options?" ...It surprised him how much that possibility suddenly hurt, though he'd only squared off on the decision moments before.Jen was silent for long moments, perhaps trying to understand what he was talking about, or simply composing herself. "N-no. I d-did, do want to have children with you, b-but it's so soon, and, and, b-but-" But... ?" he prompted,. Poetries hung around the house. It was decorated with amazing aesthetics. Satvik just opened the door in his jeans and Neeshu entered the house. Satvik’s body was just perfectly ripped.There were few artworks on the table and a lovely small couch in the house. The house was superbly organized and every piece of the poem was either hung from the wall or kept on the table.Neeshu sat on the couch. Satvik went inside and came back with a beer can and some chips. He asked Neeshu to make herself. Think of it as analogous to the necessary preparation for playing your American board game of Monopoly. Before the play starts, you must lay out the board, shuffle the little yellow cardboard pasteboards, apportion the tokens and pretend money... Only then can the serious business begin."Well, then, this is a Summoning. We set up the proper context, then charge one particular corner of the room with enough energy to open a channel, a path. Before lightning strikes, its path already anticipates. “Irving, a polygraph’s out of the question, who do you have you can trust, really trust, not to say anything?” Linda asks him. “If this gets out—”“You don’t really think he’s going to pass?” asks Irving in a tone I do not like, it seems to mock her.“Humor me,” she says in the same tone, and now I feel happier; they speak to each other equally. “Aren’t you going to feel like a damn fool if he does? When he does?”“Oh, hell, girl, all right,” he says. “Double-blind. I’ll ask the questions, tech’ll.