"No, Honey! It's not you at all. He really does love you. He's told me so." Patricia told her reassuringly."Then what is it? God, he doesn't think I'm...a slut for throwing myself at him, does he?" Noel asked, her mind a mess of confusion.Patricia thought for a second and then said hesitantly, "Listen Noel, you can never tell him I told you this. Never! It would break his heart if he found out that anyone else knew about it. Do you understand?"Noel said pleadingly, "Please tell me. If it is. Maine use mail me keh diya ki maine Green color ki Tshirt aur blue color ki jeans dali hui hai. Mere sir par black color ki cap hogi.Main ticket counter ke pass khada aapko milunga. Agar aap mere pass aayoge toh mujhe ye code bolna main samjh jaunga ki aap ye hi ho.Rupa – Thik hai, main aapki bus se pehle hi aa jaungi.Fir main shaam ko 4 baje karib whan poucha, main bus se utar kar sidha ticket counter par aa gya. Karib 25 minute ho gye the, mujhe lene ke liye koi nhi aaya tha. Mujhe laga ki. ” I said as she caught me of guard. “I didn’t have anything else planned”. “I have asked other people, but nobody would help. I guess they were all to busy.” “Any time my aunt Pam needs my help, I will be glad,” I said as I sat down. After I said this we exchanged lingering smiles, and then she appeared to become a little sad. “I guess I wouldn’t need your help If I were married. I would have a man to do it not my 17 year old nephew.” I looked at her and saw the sadness in her eyes as she. One evening in my car kissing like teenagers with hands roaming. This might start that way, but could go well beyond. Was I ready for that? Subject: kiss Dear married and lonely: I can relate. I am near the upper end but still within your desired age range. I am also married, also lonely, also needing a discreet friend to fan the flames and make sure I am still alive. My first wife died and I remarried, but I apparently exist to make sure she has money to spend and can spend time with her.