“I remember you,” she said, as she guided me into the living room. I searched my memory bank, trying to think if I had ever met her before. I meet...a lot of parents, and most of them I remember for any number of reasons, but for whatever reason, I couldn’t recall meeting Tanner’s mother before.“We met at the open house a few weeks back,” she proffered, as I took up a seat on the couch, responding to her head nod. She sat down beside me, her hand settling uncomfortably on my leg. There was no way. This lady is Sarah. You won't remember her butshe was responsible for getting you here with the minimum of trouble.She is a psychiatric nurse and is well versed in handling difficultpatients"Sarah walked up to me and reached down to push my knees together."Young ladies do not sit with their knees apart, flashing theirunderwear! If I catch you with your knees apart again, you will bepunished. Do you understand?"I managed to get a strangled "Yes" out."Yes, what?"Her look was quite menacing! I. I’ve been reading iss for a very long time. This is a real story. Hope you all enjoy. Coming to the story… It happened when i was 18 years old. I m a tall guy ,quite fair ,weighing 90 kg, my sunni length is 6.5 inches with 2 inches circumference. The heroine of the story is my neighbor aunty. We used to live in a flat. My house comprises of my father mother and me. This aunty moved into my opposite flat a year before. Their house comprises of her, her husband and a 5 year old kid.Coming to the. .. We paused at the top of the ravine and soon the two women were seen scrambling up the rocky cut towards us and I told Laibah to bring them some water to ease their thirst.The older one addressed me in my native tongue and I realized she was not a local but must be Pakistani as well.“Thank you for your kindness, uncle. You and your grandson are a pleasant sight after those animals behind us. May Allah curse them for their cruelty to my innocent young sister”The young girl was still trembling.