She was only daughter , hence enjoyed a lot of attention and love from her parents. Her mother(Mina aunty) was a very caring woman. Many a times I use... to stay at her house. Soon the bond between me and mansi got deeper. We could not stay without seeing each other. I believe she had much profound feelings .She started taking me in her bathroom , toilet.Her grandfather objected her ; she did not bother.Once , on such an occasion in her bathroom , aunty offered me to bath (my parents were to my. We get lots of mild flirtation around here. It's an occupational hazard. I guess it's just the fact that you are a woman, that made most of us a little nervous." Oh which one didn't it make nervous?" I said with a weak laugh. "I'm just kidding." There was more than one," she said with a laugh of her own. "Curiosity, mostly, I'm sure..." Just to change the subject, When can I get into the shower. It has been three days and I know I must smell." Bath for you is in a plastic pan for a day or two. I could feel a tingle shoot up my spine as she held my grip and tossed her hair to the side, revealing her gorgeous olive features in the glare of the tea lights. "You're here for a one hour touch session, yes?" she asked with a coy smile, which left far too much to the imagination. "Uh, yeah," I uttered, feeling slightly off guard. "Some deep tissue work is what I need actually." Of course," she said, breaking our gaze and moving behind the counter. "Please sign the book. You can pay when the. She laughed when she realised who the author was, but became serious when I told her of the inscription. I left her to read it whilst I went to open the second bottle, this time a less expensive but still very nice Haut Medoc. I rarely, if ever, use my best wines as a second bottle.As I re-entered the living room I saw her tears had started again. ‘Shit’ I thought, ‘I’ve screwed up!’ “I’m sorry...” I started, when she jumped up and ran to me. Flinging her arms around my neck she kissed me.