Sarla aunty was pure gem. Perfect Indian Gujju lady. Unhe first time dekhke hi main pehchan gaya tha ki she is unused, unhappy aur away from sex since...long.About Sarla aunty. She was around 45 age. Height will be around 5.3, not so fat, no so slim, size was 34, and skin fair. So shaadi ke baad jab Kinjal ek bar apne maa ke ghar aayi thi to hamari phone pe baat ho rahi thi to usne mujhe apne ghar pe bulaya.Mujhe instantly uski mom nazar ke saamne aa gayi, pehle to main nakhre kar raha tha.. " Janice tore open the envelope and took out the card. "This card is definitely from you, it's got your signature," she announced, glancing it over."I swear I don't remember writing it..." My mind was whirling. Did I forget that I wrote Janice a card? Did this happen sometime last night? What was going on?"Oh my god..." Janice muttered, reading the card"What??" I asked. "What does it say?" I reached for the card.Janice held it away from my grasp, "Well, it says to..." What?" It says I'm. One was for me. The other was for conferencing. Mine was quite comfortable. The conference room was ... a conference room.Hawk played his part perfectly. He continued to exercise his responsibilities but did absolutely everything in his power to make the transition smooth and painless. His staff wanted to be kept on and Sam appeared willing to work with most of them.The Cabinet might be another story, altogether.Sam was not enthusiastic about keeping six of the Cabinet secretaries. They were. Before her eyes, an island came to be, the flowing lava hardening to stone. Wind and rain assaulted it at once. Rocks turned to sand under the onslaught, and even while huge plumes of smoke still spread above the newborn land, birds built their homes and trees and grass sprung from the barren ground. The plumes dissipated. Men came on wooden ships. Sheep grazed the grass, small horses raced along the tracks and huts and fires became visible along the shores. Black sand and ashes soon replaced.