" Kathy smiled brightly up at me from behind her monitor. I managed a smile, hoping she didn't notice my puffy eyelids. No amount of cold packs on my ...ace would reduce the swelling of a night spent crying.I tossed my briefcase in a nearby chair and stared at the lovely basket. Tucked between fresh fruit and bottles of designer water was a big bag of pistachios. And peanut butter. They tied three red roses with raffia ribbon to the handle of the basket. I hurried to read the card, only to feel a. Now I became sure that if I advance she will do anything for me, but kept my patience. On one Sunday she came with her daughters elder after completing plus two doing some computer short term course and second one studying class five. Her elder daughter was lean with fair complexion, having little over sized boobs, which attracted me in the first look itself. They had come first time to my house and I offered tea and snacks and Devi told that her daughter is not able to understand the computer. I asked the bartender to give me four glasses of champagne and a tray. Turning back, I saw that the three of them were on the dance floor. The two men had Sue in a sandwich, their hands roaming over her body. Alan was in front of her grabbing her 38D-cup breasts roughly. Luke is thrusting himself against her tight ass. They stopped dancing and Alan pulled down the zipper of Sue’s dress. He stopped just above the hemline, everyone was watching as Luke her reached around. He pulled up Sue’s tube. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’From the way in which my grandmother had spoken about Mrs Hattersley, I was expecting a bookish middle-aged widow. I expected her to be wearing a sensible granny-type skirt – probably in lovat or navy blue – and maybe a floral blouse or even a twinset. The fact that she answered the door wearing what appeared to be lime green silky pyjamas was a complete surprise. As was her pink hair.‘Well, come in,’ she said. ‘Come.