So Sindhu got up and i pushed myself to the middle seat while she was standing to come to the window side, i bit Sindhus bums, when Sindhu said aooooo... ohhhhhhhh. Now i had Rashmi on one side and SIndhu on other.I acted sleepy and with every turn started taking my face towards Sindhus neck and finally pretending as if i was snoring i put my face on her shoulder. With my arms again on her breasts my face on her Shoulder suddenly i realised Sindhus hand were on my pants rubbing them the same way. It reminds me of her. I smile to myself.I make my way back to her bed and carefully slip in. Ten minutes until the alarm. I snuggle close to her. My leg find it's way between hers. My warmth against her leg, hers against my leg. My hand on her belly. I lay quietly with her, watching her sleep.The clock radio comes to life. An overly-caffeinated radio personality is selling the product of the moment.Her eyes flutter. She stirs. Stretches. Yawns. She turns to me. She brushes the hair. "Older, much older," he replied, uneasily."Would it help if we told you that we have looked like this for the past 160 years?" Katie asked."A ... a 160 years, you say!?" Feeney asked in shock."Yes, a 160 years," Margie reiterated. Mr. Feeney didn't know quite how to reply to that.Patrick had the boot of the car, as he called it, open by then and handed out our backpacks. Each of the women took theirs. He handed me mine last."That one's a lot heavier," he said as he handed the backpack to. Is a yes! Get a haircut!Her ... Sarah Jean Whitman, 23, 5ft6, maybe 130lbs - with blue eyes, natural blonde, 34D – 24 – 32, best guess. She looks similar to the actress Jenny McCarthy except a thinner waist, and prettier eyes. She also reminds me of Mom every time I see her. She always wears rather conservative clothing.Me ... Robert Michael Whitman, 19, 6ft tall, 164lbs brown eyes and dark-brown hair. I needed a haircut. Dad's oldest friends have told me that I look just like him. I also have.