I came back from school at 2 pm and we were alone together for nearly 3 hours. Meena used to wear salwar kurta and pajamas. She was fair, slim and ave...age looking. She would call me munna while i would call her didi. It was her rest time in the afternoons and she had a bed on the floor of the store room where she took a nap after she served me lunch and help me freshen up after i came home from school. Then we would play some games during which she would get drowsy and fall asleep. I sometimes. She had just finished her senior year and was going to work at my Sister's office for the summer and needed a place to stay. We had a large 5 bedroom house in a good area. My bedroom was at the rear of the house. The spare bedroom where cousin Colleen would stay would be right next to mine. We would have to share the same bathroom which was ensuite to both bedrooms. My parents bedroom was in the front of the house as they liked to be close to the kitchen and living room.She arrived within a few. Dylan stood behind the seated Heather, his hand on the back of the chair. Leaning forward he whispered, “The score is too frivolous at this point. We need something more dramatic.” Heather nodded, and scribbled a note on her pad. The door was kicked open, shedding a shaft of light on the man bound to the chair. Through the doorway strode the imposing form of the General. With a flourish of his cape, Napoleon Drake slipped away into the cover of darkness. “Drake!!!” “We shall meet again. She had a good career, respectably working for couple of charities. She was a single mother and her own k**s were not much younger than Manohar in age. She had been on her own for some years, never thought to take a man and gave her life, devoting her time for career and the family. She must be around 38 but looked far too young, with tight body, long red blond hair, solid boobs and weight in check with medium body frame.Once in the room, he grabbed her, quickly shoving his long thick fingers.