I walked right back out. Down the street was The Two Bit. Do I really want to admit... ? What the Hell ... why not?DINGJohn saved me the trouble, “B...bby called.”“Shit!” I said.“Karen Rachael Post!” John said. “Such language!”I hung my head.“He hasn’t called me. I called ... I know they’re coming home without the band equipment. I decided I’d better buy Bobby the things he’s always wanted but couldn’t afford.”“I set it all aside.” Johnny said.So ... I bought Bobby all the equipment he’d lusted. She was wearing salwar (a yellow colour salwar kameez, a black bra and a red panty).I could see her bra after her kameez got wet. It was a mesmerising view, I could see her yellow kameez stuck to the bra and showing ample amount of cleavage. And soon we started enjoying the water. Little did I know I was about to get a chance of squeezing those juicy melons of hers(by accident). My bro and kids got little bored and they went back to the resort while me and sil wanted to enjoy the water a little. Mainly he keeps to himself. Something about him disturbs me—the way he walks, how his calculating blue eyes take in everything around him in one rapid swoop, the weird hours he keeps—but my landlady says he’s a Good Guy.I catch him one day, helping her climb the stairs. He doesn’t speak to her but he gives her a smile before he walks away.I wouldn’t know what a Good Guy looks like, but I’ll take her word for it.Everything goes in slow motion—cars passing in the street, mosquitoes buzzing in my. Unlike her country folks who usually wear abaya’s (traditional Muslim dress fully covered), she used to wear western clothing and that too mostly tight leggings or jeans.I always used to keep looking at her and enjoy the bouncing beauties. I never got a chance to say beyond hi or hello and I was looking for a right opportunity to talk to her.One day, as I came down the building and was walking towards the car park, I saw her walking towards me and as usual, I just said hello and kept walking..