I sat there on the toilet for a while and I heard Sarah bounding down the stairs. “Mandy? Where are you?”“I am in here.” I heard myself say. I...was still turned on and this ring was driving me crazy. “Come back out here and I will take those cuffs off. I gotta get ready for work.” I got up off the toilet and waddle out toward her. She pointed to the floor right in front of her and I moved the as quick as I could considering. The smile on her face as I moved her war was really pissing me. .. Sam Spain, gumshoe for hire. For the most part, I handle small, private matters... a cheating husband, a skip trace, the occasional missing person. There's no shortage of work for an enterprising guy who's not afraid to get his hand's dirty... especially if you carry a big stick and know how to use it."Keep it up, baby, just a little more... I'm soooo close..."Who's the dame? Oh, that's my secretary, Thelma. I met her about a year ago in a lounge on the East Side, on the trail of some dip. Mark says, “Let’s go home.” “Please…I need to change out of these clothes. Too tight.” “Why you wear them?” “I was proving a point.” Mark gets home quickly; their parents were gone so he pulls into the driveway giving room for their parents when they returned. He normally left it outside but today he wanted to get out without getting soaked. They get in, Angela quickly runs upstairs to her room to change. Mark heads up as well to change. He gets close, Angela says from inside her room, “Hey. No doubt that she can draw any mans attention wherever she goes.Well now let me come to the incident that happened. Dhavni aunty was from a marvari family, her husband was in textile business so he hardly used to be home. hence dhavni aunty used to stay alone at home (ofcourse she didnt had kids, for that her husband should be home) Apart from being from a traditional family her attire was too hot to handle. One day i knew uncle would be out of town and aunty would be home alone, so i purposely.