She was almost to the gate when the door of Mrs. Hopkins apartment came into view. Knowing the old widow inside, Mallory hesitated.‘Please god, don�...�t let her see me,’ she silently pleaded as she slowly tip-toed her way past the old women's door.Carefully keeping her steps light, she feared at any moment the old woman would peer through the ancient drapes hanging in her darkened window. In the back of her mind, she could already hear Glenda's smoke-worn voice. ‘Did you see Mallory Monroe last. At one stop two women boarded the bus and came huge crowd with them so they were pushed near me.. They were standing diagonally from where i was sitting.They were again forced back, so now they were standing jus infront of me. Let me describe them both they were dark brown in color, one was in mid 30′s and other was over 40, they had perfect figure that any one could die for. They were wearing sarees, though they were conservatively dressed i never could make out their intensions at first. So. Within 15 seconds I do makeshift repair and dropping the other clamp into my pocket, I’m good to go. Before you ask, my wife has a horse event and nothing interferes with her riding!To cut a very long afternoon and early evening short, I’m now on the dance floor flirting with a married women from the bride’s family. Discarding my jacket I continue dancing, exposing the makeshift repair to anyone who cares to look. Dancing very close with Julie, the brides Auntie, I can feel her ample bosom. Jennifer had grown up in that city but left it to go East when her mother died when Jennifer was 25. It was always difficult to drive by the family house and to visit the cemetery. She was now 40 and had never quite figured out when had happened between her, her mother and the French maid. It was a fantasy that still fascinated her and, more importantly, excited her no end. Jennifer was anxious to get to the hotel. She had arrived a day before the conference so that she could have this first.