”Everyone leaned in.I interrupted, “What do you think you’re going to explain?”She got all puffed up, “I’m going to tell them about us.”... mumbled, “Oh shit.”She went on, “I’d just finished college. It’d taken me a little longer. I’d had a skiing accident my senior year and lost a little time. But I was finally out and had joined my parents in Oslo for the Nobel awards. Don Juan over there,” she pointed at me her ex-husband, “he was there to get some kind of award, and like I said he was a mess.. "Let's hear it," he said as he eyed me.This is the story I told him... When I was about ten years old, I discovered my parents' "stash" of naughty magazines and books up in the attic. There were boxes of Mom's old romance novels - Harlequin, Barbara Cartland, that kind of thing. The pictures on the covers were of strong, dashing men sweeping women off their feet. I had to read them.I took one of them out and opened it. Sitting there in the attic, I read a few lines, and then skipped ahead,. ”I stripped it off and got dressed without even noticing that the three women were watching closely. I was still thanking them both profusely, astounded at the effort and expense they went to for it.“Don’t mention it,” Char said, looking amused at how glowing I was with my praise. “Next year, you come back in August and we’ll do something truly outstanding.”“I don’t know HOW you could top this, but I’ll be here!” That got a laugh and I turned serious. “If you guys ever need a hand around here,. He was staring at me all the time. I was not wearing a dupatta so my heavy breasts and their cleavage was visible.”Rajni bimar hain to tumhara kam kaun karta hain?” I asked him and smiled.Kaisa kam memsaab?” he too smiled and moved closer.”Sara kaam. Bahche to ho nahin tum” I said and slowly took his hand and plaed it on my thigh.He squeezed it.Next moment we collapsed together on the floor as Raju hurriedly pulled his banian over his head and mounted me. I opened my lips to allow him to kiss.