And I need the clothes for tomorrow morning otherwise I wouldn’t have gone. I’ll ask Rohan to keep you company till then. ROHAN!” my mom called ...ut.She came into my room (yes, I was back to doing my assignment and I was decent, thankfully) and asked me if I could give Megha aunty company while she went to the tailors.I fake-protested saying I have to finish the assignment.“Just ten minutes, beta,” my mum said. “I’ll be back soon. Dad’s out playing badminton and it’s rude to ask her to leave or. My name is Malcolm." You know my name! Who are you? What do you want from me?" Malcolm had shattered Claire's aplomb before she had even spoken a word. She wanted to hang up, but that would only make things worse. She would have to talk to Malcolm."Relax, it's only caller ID. My phone tells me that I'm being called by 'Dunbar, C.'. You must be Claire." You do know who I am. Oh, god, I'm being stalked." Hardly. After all, you called me. So, what can I do for you?" I got your card. Where did it. I knew that once she was drinking, she would indulge my smoking fetish. Thoughts of her smoking hookah, blowing the smoke at me and teasing me were enough to give me a massive erection. I arrived at the bar, parked the car and headed inside with great anticipation of what the night would offer. Once inside, I looked around for Shiela. There, in a back corner table I could see her shoulder length red hair flowing side to side. She was wearing a nice white sweater that showed off her massive. Angel was exposing a lovely expanse of her flat belly above and below the navel. Did I mention not wanting a distraction? Thought so. Bailey was cleaning up our negligible mess in the kitchen. I grabbed the duffle bag and pointed at the suitcase, saying, "Bailey, please bring her suitcase out to the Benz while she locks up." Angel slipped into her running shoes as I led the way out the door. I was becoming anxious about what I would find at my house. What had Otto wrought? ***** We drove along.