Phir se kaha to unhone kaha ke bahot dard hoga to maine kaha ke agar bahot dard huaa to me nikal lunga to mausi ne haa kaha maine lubricant nilkala un...i gand ke ched par bahot sara lubricant lagaya mere pass ek plastic ki mombatti jaisi stick thi to maine stick par lubricant lagaya aur dhire dhire mausi ki gand me dalne laga jara si stick andar daali to mausi ko dard huaa but dhire dhire thodi dhodi dali to 2 inch jitni andar gayi .Phir maine mausi se kaha ke kya ab mera andar daal sakta hu kya. “I am sorry, let me get my stuff,” she said as she scrambled for her shoes and bag. “Don’t worry, I am happy to take the aisle seat” the wet stranger replied. “You sure” Gail answered praying that he was. “Of course, it’s not a problem really,” he said as he stretched up to dump his bags in the overhead locker. Observing him from the corner of her eye Gail saw the tall rugged looking man get himself settled next to her. He must be about 35 she thought, nice hands with clean fingernails wet. “Nice tats, by the way,” she said, giving him a smile. His tee shirt showed off his colourfully decorated arms. “Thanks. You got any?” “Ha! My parents would kill me. Sixteen's too young, so they say. You ain't got that worry no more, right?” “Yeah, right.” He stared down at her subtly makeup'd face. Her eyes were blue and big. Her nose small with a little stud in one side, which sparkled as she moved her head and it caught the light. Her lips were coloured a light pink. “What's this?” She ran. I was no judge of age any more. At the moment, I was wondering how ‘Ella’ was going to infect my life. Knowing my wife, I knew she wouldn’t be able to refrain from saying something.“She has come to see about the ad I placed.” I vaguely recalled Diane saying something about hiring somebody to help clean. I nodded. As I turned away to go to my den, my wife stopped me cold. “You know the one we talked about ... for a woman to live here after I’m gone?”“Say, what?”“Remember when...”“Yeah! I.