Sheetal aunty was the only lady in a society which had no kids because of her husband, he can’t produce enough sperms to have a baby.Days passed awa... and here it was Alex’s parents were going just the day before Diwali to us for a business work trip and Sheetal aunty’s husband was also going with them.His parents felt too sad leaving Alex alone as this us meeting was decided so hastily that no one could understand what happened but Sheetal aunty assured that she would take care of Alex very. Then with her talented fingers now slick with oil she began to rub my aching shoulders, arm and back. She knew her stuff as I could feel my muscles begin to relax under her attention."This is not working," she said as she stopped."Yes, it is. My arm feels a lot better," I responded."No, not that. These jeans are too tight to squat in." So lose them," I responded.She stared at me for a minute and I was sure she was going to bolt at my suggestion, but I was wrong. She stood up and removed her. “It’s not actually iced tea, it’s…”“Oh, I know! But how is it?”“Oh… well, it’s just what I needed, I think.”“Good. I’m thinking we could go for a swim in a bit.”“In a bit, yes,” said Claire.The swim was intensely pleasurable for Claire, and she suspected her son enjoyed it too. She realized she had been aching for some kind of freeing physical activity away from home for a while now. She felt as though this little burst of post pandemic public euphoria, along with the recent events in her life. The kind of kit women actually like for themselves, not just to please their man.Anyway, the store manager handed them to me in a cute box, I paid her in cash, and a couple of evenings later I proudly gave my gift to the missus for our 15th wedding anniversary.I remembered the smile the manager gave as I walked out the shop.She was smiling again now, the strobe lights glinting off her chic, brunette fringe. She was too vain to wear her glasses while out clubbing. Her hips swayed to the music as.