Pooja, as usual, rejects with her own advice (commanding SIL). Though she enjoys his request, reserves to do it later, not to agree immediately. Kisho...re is disappointed and left the topic.Kishore leaves home and returns back later in the day in a crying mode with 10 pages of script in his hand. This time Pooja easily finds that his crying appears fake and she asks him. He says that he visited the director’s office and director gave few additional scripts that he needs to be ready.Pooja easily. Lips that had taken her to the heights of the heavens and the depths of the universe. ‘Why did it matter so fucking much?’ she asked herself. They were just words. People said them all the time, even when they did not mean them. She knew that. She sighed as she fought back the nausea. She should get up, start breakfast. The house would be full of their friends in a couple of hours, a farewell brunch. She had lots to do before they arrived. Besides there would be plenty of time later for her to. Finally Stu said it could be no hooker. Kyle assured him it wouldn't be. Then Stu thought a moment and told Kyle she couldn't be a fatty or to much of a pig. With that I couldn't take it any more and knowing my idiot husband had his mind already made up, I said that for that price she better be damned good looking. Then I cynically asked how Kyle could prove his promise that my husband wouldn't be turned in to the police. Kyle coolly answered that we could make a check out to him, assuring that. Patra Albertrin brought the meeting to order. “I called a village meeting here tonight to make an important announcement. Matra Glandira decided now would be an appropriate time to start passing on her lifetime’s knowledge of the art of healing to an apprentice. Today the cream of the village youth...”At that point he stopped and cleared his throat, as though endorsing me as one of the cream was sticking in his craw. “ ... the cream of the village youth, who you see sitting before you,.