But instead she smiled, brought her face closer to mine, her lips almost touching mine, and whispered” why do you think i came this late, in only a ...owel.” With that one statement, i couldn’t control myself and pushed my lips into her. They were so soft, and tasted a bit like cherries. After about thirty second of keeping lips pressed hard against her i backed away, and that’s when i noticed in the moment we were kissing Sharmaine had let go of her towel and now there she was sitting completely. Joan offered me a drink. I was more than happy to join her.“I’ve got juice, tea, water, coffee, Coke and a bottle of tequila,” Joan replied.“Tequila?” I asked. I liked the way she casually threw that in the mix.“Sure,” she replied, turning and heading into the small kitchenette as I looked at her patio and all the plants on it.A few seconds later and Joan sauntered out of the kitchenette with the bottle of tequila in one hand and two shot glasses in another. Our first toast was to Gladys. Joan. “Fuck,” Avantika cursed herself because she wasn’t facing the mirror today. Instead, she was facing her mother-in-law. The room was already dark, so Avantika opened her eyes as little as she could.She saw her father-in-law standing in front of the bed. Today he had already removed his dhoti and vest. He was standing in front of the bed only in his underwear. He was staring at both his wife and his daughter-in-law. Gayatri was sleeping on her back, and Avantika was sleeping sideways facing. After a few moments of gazing at the platform my eyes focused on the reflection of the compartment, I could just make out my companion in the none to clean glass, she was giving me a long appraising glance while my back was to her. A whistle sounded and with a jerk the train began to move, leaning back in my seat and tried to relax, the noise of the wheels on the track a focus for my thoughts. Some time later there was a knock at the door, the woman opened it and the conductor breezed in,.