The men may or not wear jackets and ties. Italways seems that women want to dress up more than the men.I do the New Years Eve party.This year we have...a new neighbor. She moved in a few weeks ago. I havenot met her. I have seen her leaving for work in the mornings and cominghome in the evenings. We wave, but have not had the chance to talk. Sheis always dressed in business office wear. Suits, skirts, heels.I hope she is at the Christmas party. She is tall and pretty. I hearthat her name. ? Those were the words of my roommate Kit as she embraced me. I had just lost my job serving at The Black Cauldron Tavern. ?And it’s rent day today,? I sobbed. ?Yes I know,? Kit soothed, ?you did remember that it’s gone up this week?? I looked at her aghast. My name is Holly and I’m poor. Desperately poor. Kit and I live in a shack on Grand City’s slum, commonly just known as the Shacks. Corrugated iron and plywood create our home of 12 by 6 feet. At. My body was like without blood. I saw that brown envelop which was in my wife’s hand when she was talking to cd delivery boy. There was some nude photographs from that film but face of my wife was hided I thought may be in hurry she left it like this. I put it back as it was. I was feeling boredom in house so I took my son to that cd shop to collect some cds delivery boy was there. He gave me some extra welcome “sahib app kiyon preshan hoye phone kar dete main sab cd app ke ghar per le aata”. I already was in such a state of embarrassment and arousal at this point I wasn’t thinking. He boldly opened the wine, it was a screw top, how convenient, and we were soon sitting on the swing looking out at the view in my backyard. The wine didn’t add to my sense of decorum, nor did his arm around my shoulders, nor his toasting us to the day, not to mention his lips on mine or his hand up my dress. He paused when he touched my bare wet cunt and his fingers easily entered, beginning to stroke.