Maine aaj mauka dhudnte huey bol diya ki aunty app mujhse sach me shadi karna chahti ho wo boli ha or hasne lagi to maine bola shadi k baad kya kya ho...a hai mujhe sikhaogi. Wo jor se hasi or boli ki tujhe shaitani soojh rahi hai lagta hai. Or wo mera paas aane ki liye aage badhi mera tent ban gya tha or unhone usse dhek liya tha. Pass akar boli puch kya sikhna chahtahai. Main bola jo aap sikha do. Unhone bola gate band karke aa jaldi. Main gate band karke unke samne aagya. Unhone mera hath. ’ Carol came back carrying a stiff bourbon/water. ‘If that’s not strong enough. . .’ she said tentatively. I gratefully gulped half the glass’s contents. The whiskey burned a comforting path down my throat. Almost immediately, I felt better. ‘I don’t understand,’ I said. ‘I thought we were business associates — partners, even. Partners don’t blackmail each other.’ Steve sighed. ‘Sad to say, Jim, in this business they do. You see,’ he continued, ‘when you function, as we do, on the edge of an. I was so confused by seeing it Patti, and wondering just what it was even there for, but I knew it had to be polished and cleaned for somehow it had to relate to the guest coming later in the day.So I went and got the saddle soap and clean rags from the rag bin and went into where it was, and leaning over a bit to get to it I began to put saddle soap all over the leather thing, but something seemed strange about it Patti, because there were long gouge marks all over the sides mostly, but some. I invited him back to the house for a few brews (wife does not drink) so I had to try real hard to keep her nearby. I suggested billiards so we all hung out in our game room. I would often kiss her and he always tried to swoop in and brush himself against her. She prudishly pulled away and this happened for a few times. The old man was coming on a little stronger now and his comments more perverted.I figured I had to do something. She was so shy and seemed to have had enough and wanted to leave.