Melanie and I were shown our room, Melanie's old bedroom. There was a new king-sized bed squeezed into it, the door would barely close. Melanie's dad ...ook me aside and gave me a tour of the house as the caterers cleaned up after the party outside. Afterwards the five of us sat around in the spacious living room and heard the last of the caterer's trucks drive off. Melanie and I were both feeling a bit bewildered, wondering what would happen next.We sat around and chatted. The conversations. Have you just started working for Mr. B? I don't recognize your voice, where's Marg today?" I'm just filling in today, Marg's sick," lied my devious daughter, "Can you give your e-mail so I'm sure we have it." Sure, its [email protected], and please make sure he gets back to me today."I was hidden watching the girls when the call came and loved seeing the excitement it caused."Maria, some young hooker just called Daddy. I think she thought she was calling the office. I'm serious; yes she called. She looked so hot. Suddenly she asked me “So are you two serious about it. You and Neelofar.” I looked point blank at her.“It seems Nazma and Vatsal are but you two. You are very much alike and also different. I hope it’s not only about sex with you two. If it is, follow the rules of NSA.” Now, this was a googly plus bouncer for me. NSA, sex. I mean it’s understandable to care for her daughter but a straight-up conversation about sex with her boyfriend.“I, we don’t know yet. I mean none of us. She had cried when Stacy had told her, "Well sure you'll come to live with me! I'm sure not going to leave you here to fend for yourself!"Stacy busied herself with packing things up as Lana pulled her gown over her head and stepped into the warm, soothing water. It was hot, but not so hot as to be uncomfortable. She picked up the soap and rag from the little stand beside the tub and started soaping herself up.The older woman moved a chair over close to the tub, where she could talk to Lana. She.