"Fresh one almost sing. Like mother, need practice. Lucky man." She paused. "Sorry bad man take flower of Fresh one. But no hurt left, here or in head... She still tight for long nights use with hose. Good as goat path, uh, back hole for long time." Amud had apparently told her the story of Janey's attack. Her evaluation of Janey's prognosis comforted me in a way the doctor's evaluations hadn't. Her assessment of Janey seemed more holistic, more practical. It was definitely less clinical.She. I refused. We two walked into the departure-lounge and made ourselves comfortable. Uncle prepared himself a cup of coffee while I took juice. While sipping coffee, he shared a few nice jokes with me. We kept enjoying this stay in the departure lounge of business-class.Uncle Nath was our family-friend. My late Mom used to call him a brother, 'Bhai'. His wife reciprocates. They are a very happy couple. He is tall, must be six feet plus, with dark hair and eyes as most of the Indians have. He is. She looked up at my reflection mirrored in the window against the blackness of the night outside. I reached out to touch her, feeling the soft towelling of the bathrobe on her shoulders.“I’m married, Joey,” she whispered, as I, too, looked at our impressions in the black mirror, my hand moved down, tugging at the loose belt around her waist.“I can’t. I’m married.” I looked out into the darkness as her robe parted, freeing her naked left breast. “Please Joey.” The palm of my hand brushed against. As my feet are not too big I even do fit in her shoes, and choose the nicest black patent, 4" stiletto heeled pumps. I constantly kept looking in the mirror, and liked very much what I saw.At that moment I hear the bedroom door open and see my mother in law enter the room. "What are you doing in my underwear" she says. "I eh eh" I stumbled . "I always thought you had more interest in my clothing then was good for you". she said. My face turned white, and my mouth started to get dry, I had no.