The stranger got out of the driver side, closed the door and walked leisurely over, drinking in every detail of Fatima. He was tall, lean and well ton...d. He still had his track pants on with a black, sleeveless tank top. His hair was black and gelled up in a sort of messy look. He was clean shaven and had cherry brown eyes which seemed to hold the deepest secrets within their depths. He stopped directly in front of her and stared deep into her eyes for a long moment. Fatima couldn't breathe. He. I agreed but was a little disappointed not to witness her first but she promised to send updates by text and maybe FaceTime me some action. As she left a realized this was finally it. I didn’t hear anything for over 2 hours. She said she was checked in and having a second drink with Milton. I quickly got a text of them cheek to cheek. 30 min and I got a picture of his hand on her leg. She was good at this. At this point I could tell she was tipsy. Her text when she drinks get harder to. We both looked into each other’s eyes and felt shy. And smiled again. Me: ya my bro is so luckiest fellow in this world.(she blushed) Nikarika: come let’s go to home you have to take rest now, your temperature is little high.(she checked my fever by placing here hand on my forehead, her hand is soo soft I loved them.) Me: no its ok fine i;ll adjust her.(because I don’t want to go away from my lovely bhabhi.) Nikarika: no you have to come otherwise i’ll tell to your parents and to my parents and. She at least has done a few rotten things along the way to earn it somewhat. Besides, I'm a Roman Catholic. I don't believe in divorce. You'd make a nicer hubby for Jenny, anyway. You're closer to her own age. I'd be the May-December husband, a real cliché, the middle-aged man who leaves his wife for a younger woman."Oh, and forget about that stable cleaning BS. I can line up a job for you that's a lot nicer. Jenny recommends it, too, I think. It's the least that I can do for you, since you're.