She was as tired as she’d ever been — not from lack of sleep, though she hadn’t had much, but from the soul-draining weariness of retreat — an... still battling her resentment at being given this charge. Her thoughts repeatedly flew to Helm’s Deep, for she was worried about her brother, her uncle, and... And Aragorn. Though I doubt he’s worrying about me.Her attention snapped back to the here and now. She’d been looking directly at the couple as they rode, and at some point during her reverie. The next day I waited on a bench for him to get off the bus. It arrived and he got off and looked around curiously until his eyes met mine. We gave each other a big smile. We waited till no one was paying attention, and headed into the woods. When we got to the spot he pulled out some brand new magazines and showed them to me. He seemed to be proud of them and he should have been because they were good. I kept looking at them and we didnt talk about what we showed each other yesterday. I didnt. Namrata and I also are quite fashion conscious and dress well. Both at home and outside.Namrata regularly visits a nearby beauty parlor, sometimes I drop her myself and pick her up. She also has a good share of sexy nighties. This true story happened two weeks ago, when Namrata went and spent 2 weeks with our kids during an extended travel plan of hers. The first two days of her travel went normally, normally that is, between Shanti and me. Shanti would come, finish her work and leave. On the. My forefinger stroked the shinystocking-top on the inside of my right leg. It was very erotic. And thestocking-top was so conveniently located where my hand could easilyreach it. I imagined myself as a niece being indulged by my Auntie.Somehow Mrs Lacey and my Auntie Ann had been melded into one person.And perhaps Mrs Lacey's niece was really her nephew, who was even nowdressed in bra and knickers and stockings...By this time my right hand was grasping a huge tent-pole in my knickersand I.