Before she left I gave her our house phone number in a piece of paper and told her to call me in the evening. At that time mobile phones were still no... there. For the next two days she didn’t call at all and I was growing impatient. On the third day I was watching TV in the evening when suddenly the phone rang. I picked up and said”hello who is speaking? I am Vinay here.” On the other end of the line came a shivering voice.” Hello….i am Damini!!!” My heart skipped a beat!I said why it took her. My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago when Ann who's a widow begandating black guys. At first I wasn't particularly happy about this,every weekend she seemed to bring a different guy home, and inevitablythey were young enough to be her son, and sometimes her grand son.Gradually over time I grew accustom to having these young black men inour house. They all seemed to be so assertive, so manly; I don't think Icould have stood up to them even if I'd wanted to. At night my wife and Iwould lay. ‘The sheets weren’t really that expensive. Maybe you can buy a set too, for when we need to change them.’ I couldn’t figure out why she was so pleased and why she thought I would go along with it. ‘Um, this morning when I said I was going to change to a sheet and a blanket I just meant instead of my sleeping bag. I didn’t mean we should stop sleeping sideways.’ Her face reddened. She shut up like a clam. ‘I guess there was a misunderstanding,’ I said. ‘I’ll put things back,’ she said. ‘What. Mera lund fanfana utha aur maine sirf lower aur shirt pahana hui thi jisme mere lund ki uthan saaf dikh rahi thi tabhi mummy ne kaha ki aaj jab mai tera under wear dhu lrahi thi toh usme bahut hi smell aa rahi thi tune kya kiya tha.Meri najar jhuk gayi aur kuch na bol saka tabhi mausi bolne lagi ki jab mai iske mausa ka under wear dhulti hoon toh mujhe bhi ajib si badbu aati hai tabhi maa ne kaha bata na maine kaha kuch nahi bus aise hi. Tabhi mausi ne mera lund chua aur kaha ki yeh sab isiki.