Ouch, Humph. An unseen force seemed to have gripped her left side. The pain had returned and this time with even more severity. It left her sweaty and with a tingling sensation all over her body. Groping blindly for a support and finding the guardrail she made her way down. This was just one of the many seizures that she had been experiencing since the past 3 weeks. She had been to numerous doctors, done all kinds of blood tests; she had even gone through the humiliating process of urinating in a bottle. But none could find what was wrong with her. Ashley was a just the average 55 yr old, living with her 2nd mid-life crisis: her 2nd husband. She had married late for a southerner and was even later in hooking her second husband at 48. The first marriage had failed because her husband had been a clinical drug addict. The second one was about to fail because her husband was a clinical sex addict. At 48, she had been able to maintain the body of a 20 yr old and at 46, he the sexual appetite of a 23 yr old. It was this animalistic attraction that had ultimately culminated in their marriage, but now everything seemed to fall apart. Gingerly she sat down on the sofa, with the Merck Manual on her lap. She was drained from the previous ordeal and was just catching her breath back. Thumbing through the pages of the manual she turned to the section on lower abdominal pains. The pages had previously been dog-eared and notes scribbled in the margin. This was familiar; she was right where she had been 6 months back. After being diagnosed with Ovarian Cysts, Ashley had spent a considerable amount of time in the medical section of the bookstore trying to fully understand what was wrong with her. She was just coming to grips with life, when tragedy struck again. The doctors said that the cysts had spread faster than they had anticipated and that she would need to be brought in. Arriving at Dumdum International Airport, Ashley hailed a taxi directly to the doctor's private clinic. She had somehow gotten the contact of this doctor in Calcutta who had been willing to perform the surgery for $2500, 1/5 the amount his US counterpart was charging. Even after the plane tickets she was saving a bomb. It was her life savings she was using here and every penny saved counted; hence she was going straight to the doctor and flying back the next day. The doctor had even assured her that no post-operation care was necessary and she would be fit to run in a race within the week. The clinic Ashley found did nothing to reduce her growing sense of discomfort. Located in a eerie underdeveloped colony, the clinic reeked of human odor. She could see locals sitting huddled around each other. A single fan, in the center of the room creaked slowly doing nothing to ease their misery. She apprehensively waited her turn; till Dr. Bhattacharya a small, plump, crooked looking man with his face hidden behind thick black glasses came to call her in. The Kidney is an excretory organ involved with the production of urine in the human body. It also secretes a hormone called erythropoietin that controls the production of red blood cells. If one kidney is lost in an accident or by disease, the other may enlarge to do the work of both. Ashley's blood reports had indeed shown that her red blood cell count was low and since the pain had started she had felt as if one side was heavier than the other. Could something be wrong with her kidneys now? She dismissed the thought as mere nonsense, and rose to return the book to the bookshelf. Just then her gaze fell upon a notebook, lying unclaimed on the coffee table. She picked it up and looked around to see if she could spot the owner. Bound in red leather with black velvet ribbing, Ashley was sure she had seen this notebook before. Embossed on the top in Gold were the letters K.L. She had heard the name before but just could not recollect. She flipped to the first section. There were some contact addresses and numbers. They all seemed to be doctors in different parts of the world. India - Dr. Bhattacharya (Urologist) 3/52, Duke's Colony, S.C. Bose Road, Calcutta - 700064. Intrigued, she flipped to the next section finding it to be a sort of list. 1. For a wealthy lady in the Sri Lanka suffering from advanced glaucoma, pair of blue eyes; reference Dr. Iyer. 2. Required by a Calcutta businessman...Ashley fainted... Karl Logan, 6ft 2, 110 pounds, blond hair and green eyes. To match, a physique any woman would drool over. How could Ashley not have fallen for his charming smile and sweet talks? She had first met him browsing in the medical section of the bookstore. He had been so kind and helpful, telling her about India being a hotspot for medical treatment. He was the one who had introduced her to Dr. Bhattacharya over the phone. In fact right now, he was busy introducing Mrs. Kimberly Clarke to Dr. Bhattacharya. It seemed a top politician was in need of ................a kidney