I sort of felt as when I had snuggled next to the warmth of his sleeping body. His presence filled the room. I was okay with that. After my shower,...I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas. He was already in bed; I climbed in too. He looked at me expectantly and asked if I were going to spoon sleep with him again. This was the moment of truth. Either I was going to keep our arrangement of separation, or this was going to devolve into a week of wild sex. Did I mention that I needed to. Then she slept beside me and I placed my hand on her stomach I have I habit of keeping my hand on my mom’s stomach when she sleep’s near me. Then I was moving my hand on my mom stomach and my mom wear saree below her navel and she said you are still did not leave keeping hand on stomach and laughed and i pressed hard her stomach she smiled.After my mom and me slept on same bed my mom slept fast but I was not able to sleep so I was playing with my mom stomach for hour and slept keeping my hand. Trudging up the long hill to Mack's filling station, he calculated that he was only one hour from finishing the gruelling 'walk'."Shouldn't have bothered, buddy," said the gas station's proprietor, flinging the package into the trash bin. "It's only advertising garbage. Your usual double espresso?" He clicked the controls at the back of the counter to produce a small cardboard carton of jet black coffee."Thanks, Mack. This'll give me a nice boost to get me back to the Sorting Office. And don't. I was beginning to wake up. As we headed through the mall Susan pushed me into the local GAP outlet. Yuppie personified. We headed for the "young men's" section."Tuck, what size do you wear?" Susan asked as the salesman approached. "A ten ngghh.." I choked it off. Susan gave me a funny look "Er, I'm not sure" I finally managed. So I wound up having to be measured by some reject from a hair-grease factory. I think I tried on at least a dozen pairs of pants. It was absolutely no fun, as I.