I put my bag down on the chair alongside uncles sleeping form on the settee, and sat down on the same edge of the cushion where his sweaty body lay, m... bare thigh touching his arm as it lay across his torso, his hand tantalisingly close to his underpants elastic waistband, my mind wondered if he had been wanking himself before dozing off in his drunken stupor.I had been staying with him for a week now, and was aware of his masturbatory habits each night as he jacked off in his bedroom, with my. That would indicate that they relied on him more heavily than they actually did. All three women loved him and loved spending time with him in bed, both for lovemaking and for just sleeping in his arms. But they had their own lives, too, and Bobby being gone didn’t stop life from happening.Life was going on, in fact, when Bobby got home. Mirriam was getting a roast ready for the oven. Matilda was gathering eggs and Betty, to Bobby’s surprise, was painting the walls of Florence’s old room. He. They were just passed out so were given night duty like me. Mostly they used to converse in Malayalam as they were mostly coming from Kerala. The heroine of this story is Pavithra, around 23 years old, stats 36-28-38, chubby. She used to alter her dress according to her curves and enjoyed the attention she got from the senior doctors to the patients. Even the attendees will call her to ask doubts repeatedly.I would usually finish my rounds quickly and go to my room for sleeping. I would wake up. "Well hi," I said to her. "I'm Mandy," she said. "Well hi Mandy. I'm Joey," I said. She looked at me and giggled. "Aren't you old enough to be a mister somebody?" Mandy said. I laughed. "Nope. I don't use mister. That's for old people. And I'm not old," I said. She giggled again. "Well, you're older than me. So I should call you mister," Mandy said. I shook my head. "Not a good way to start off a friendship if you ask me," I said. "Who said we're gonna be friends?" Mandy replied. I was shocked..