She closed her eyes and dreamed about a special room in her house, a room full of heat and beautiful toys everywhere that Santa had just delivered. In...the corner was a small statue of the Virgin Mary that her mother had given her just before she died. The Little Candle Girl prayed every night that the Virgin Mary would rescue her from the cold. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and clasped her hands tightly around her stuffed animal as she softly mouthed the words she knew by heart… ‘Hail Mary. “You like?” she asked John. “Oh Yes remember, I have not seen a woman like that in some time.” She made a pouty face, lowered them even more, allowing him a glimpse of her areolas, no nipple, but close. “You can look until we start moving again, then show’s over boys.” The light turned green and we two guys booed. She sat upright and looked forward. John thanked Boo for the early present. And then, returned it to basic time-killing conversation. We entered the nursery and parked the truck. We. They're okay, you know, pretty fun usually, but just not my type." I don't know," I sighed. "It sounds really weird to me. The other day in the library you were ... Mmmm ... Different or something. And on the phone..." Did you like it?" she whispered, glancing over her shoulder."Well, yeah," I admitted."Me too!" Jane grinned and I saw a little bit of the 'other' Jane, the one I'd expected to see. "Sherry doesn't know I called you." She leaned close to my ear and gave it a little lick. "It's our. My maid Sheetal too was on a leave for a week. My mom was worried about who will take care of me. That’s when my mother called her friend Pooja. My parents were to go the next day but Pooja aunty arrived that day itself. It was decided that Pooja aunty would live with me till my parents are out.Mom’s FriendThe doorbell rang and I opened the door. I was surprised to see a beautiful woman. She was Pooja aunty. She was fair, had long brown hair. She was wearing a Punjabi dress revealing her.