."It's probably not important, I thought. I brewed her coffee, thenpoured her a cup. "Want me to Irish it a little?" I asked. "Hair 'othe dog?" ......ehn," she chuckled. "Yes..."I poured a touch of brandy into a chipped ceramic mug, then poured somecoffee in over that. I handed her the mug -- she turned her nose to thesmell of liquid caffeine and savored it, like a dog getting a bowl fullof juicy meat. "Hooohhh," she whispered. She lifted her scarf a little-- again, not showing me any of. His adamant refusal to consider buying, or allowing her to buy a suit and tie for him, baffled her. Something was behind his stubborn attitude, something she didn't know about, something he didn't want her to know about, or he'd have told her. They'd both prided themselves on the open communication they enjoyed with each other.Nora placed a hand on each of her hips. She stood in front of him; he was sitting on the sofa, studiously avoiding any eye contact with her."Okay, Pops. Spit it out.. Pack for warmth and comfort, as well as some entertainment. No internet, piss poor cell reception and no cable either. ““How?” Ray was still a bit shocked.“Y’know how some people have a vacation house or time share or something in a region outside the middle of nowhere? Well, my folks have something like that, except it’s a cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere. I got the okay to use it this weekend.”“Fantastic!” Ray beamed, “I’ll run over to my place tomorrow to pack, it cool if I let. Meter thik kar dijiye…Bhot garmi hai”….Mujhe pata hi nai chala ki kub mera lund khada hone Laga…Upar se maine underwear nai pahni thi….Offf…Ab Mai kya Karu….muje sharam aane lagi…Usne bhi mera tent jaisa shorts dekh liya or hasne lagi….Isse pahle ki mai kuch karta…Wo mere thik Saamne aa gayi or mere shorts me bane tent to dhayan se dekhne lagi…Mera Dil jor jor se dhadakne Laga….Uski dono aankhe jaise jam gayi hon…Phir Usne halke se mere shorts ke elastic Ko pakra ro usko ghutano tak utar.