.In between, Anil flirted with Nina occasionally. Once. Nina had climbed over the kitchen counter to bring down a bottle of ketchup. Anil cautioned he... that she might fall. She asked Anil to stand guard, in case she fell. She did fall in Anil’s outstretched arms. Both of them fell down, with Anil lying on top of my wife. Anil squeezed my wife’s breasts hard over her blouse and pressed his lips on her but did not kiss her. She just did not tell him anything but ran away bushing. Both Anil and my. Oh, you stupid..."What the fuck, Danielle?"She's there, eyes wide, hair in a long ponytail, looking luscious as ever but clearly just back from the gym, yoga pants and sports bra somehow looking like an outfit that took at least an hour to pick out. She doesn't know whether to look at me or the back of my car. I don't know where to look, to be honest.I walk over I see what she's done. I'm not a car guy, but I'd wanted to own a Jaguar E-Type Roadster since I was a kid. An original 1966 Series 1. My hair is pulled up into a ponytail, then slip on my yard shoes. I walked into the kitchen, gave granny a kiss on her cheek then headed to the garage. Sam and gramps were cleaning the tables. I pulled the lawn mower out, filled the gas and checked the oil. Gramps said he was impressed that his granddaughter can do a mans job.I started in the front yard, making a cool design with diagonal lines. The neighbor across the street always tells me how our yard looks nice with the way I mow. . I was afraid to touch anything for fear I mightreally screw things up.I tried to think back to where I was just before this all began. Onething I'd noticed that the distractions of a super-sensitive body made ita little hard to focus. The tradeoff was, well, priceless. I watchedthe big-breasted anchors on the news channel discuss the weather and howperfect it would be for laying in the backyard and masturbating.Focus, dammit. That's right, before I'd woken up in that awful scrawnysub-human.