No Right to Feel Wronged

Sevin came with Nick. "Callan." Sevin had changed his clothes. He was also dressed in sportswear. He was polite to Callan with a smile on his face. "Thanks for your concern for Ginny. She has been too busy these days. I came here when I heard that you two were here. Do you mind?" "Humph!" Callan snorted and thought that Sevin was good at acting. They hadn't seen each other these days. That was great! "Callan, what do you think? Why don't we play squash first?" Sevin didn't notice it at all. He raised his chin and pointed at the squash court. Callan looked at him with his deep eyes and smiled with determination. "Okay, why not?" They walked into the squash court with the rackets in their hands. Then they bent and prepared to start. Sevin suddenly said, "I'm no match for you. How about you give in to me?" Callan frowned and asked, "How?" "You use your left hand, and I use my right hand. I won't take advantage of you. Isn't your left hand as flexible as your right?" Sevin turned to look a