I never letmyself think any farther than that."Wake up sleepyhead! Time to get up!" As I came into consciousness I feltthe tug of my bra and the silki...ess of my panties and nightgown andbreathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't just a dream."Good morning, mother. What time is it?" It's already after eight and I don't want to miss any of our daytogether. Why don't you hop into the shower to freshen up and we can getyou dressed and made up. I can't wait! I have some great ideas and Ifound some cute. Me:- hanji, pakka.Shruti:- (naughty smile) Good NightMe:- Good NightRaat ko mujhe nind nai aa rahi thi aur me watsapp par meri girlfriend se chat kar raha tha., Shruti k paas mera number tha aur uska message aaya… “Soye nahi abhi tak???”Mere paas unka number nahi tha , mene puch “whose this??”CHAT:-Shruti:- itni jaldi bhul bhi gaye?Me:- mere contacts delete ho gaye hai so im nt getting whos this.shruti:- matlab tumhare paas mera number tha haah… to kabhi text kyu nahi kiya?Me:- Sori, but i m nt. There are always several fresh bouquets offlowers as well. A tradition Elizabeth continues since her earliest daysof operation. The reception area is separated from the salon by a waisthigh wall but waiting clients can see almost all the activity in thisalways bustling salon.Martin and Henry are both relatively new clients at Elizabeth's salon.Martin has been coming weekly for several months, while Henry has justcompleted his first month of weekly appointments. Elizabeth's is aunique salon. . Philip McKenna tried to ignore him. He turned to Alison Jones. "Are you... ?" I SAID, not one more word!! Alison, come here, NOW!!!"Too frightened to do anything but obey Alison moved quickly to her husband's side. This was a new side of her husband, a side she hadn't seen before. It suddenly occurred to her that if he had exercised this sort of control before she may not have been such an easy target for a predator like McKenna and his family. Alison looked at her husband as she waited to see.