This is my 3rd story on this site. You can read my last two stories “My sweet neighour” and “My sweet neighour 2”. If u like my stories then m...il me at “” and also msg me at hangout. Now come on the story and I’m going to narrate my story in hindi.Ye story ek mahina pehle ki hai. Meri frnd ka naam nisha (name changed) hai pathankot punjab ki rehne wali hai. Hum log 2013 me mille the aur dost ban gaye aur whats app pr msg exchange krte aur kbi kbi do mahine me ek baar phone pr baat ho jaati thi.. We had to." It seems that you picked up the wrong bags when we left. Both ofyour bags are full of trash."It took a while before that really sank in. "If I just broughttwo bags of trash, what am I supposed to wear." There was asinking feeling deep in my gut.Mom refused to look at me. "I'm sure that we can find some ofAunt Carla's old cutoffs and T-shirts that will fit you. She wasreally quite a tomboy, so it shouldn't be too bad." So, I'm supposed to wear Aunt Carla's old clothes. What's next. I just thought the joke was funny too. He raised his voice as told me that I had no right’s to listen in on their conversation. I immediately told him I was so sorry for interrupting him. He was shorter than me by a few inches but was heavily muscled up and when he got right in my face, I could feel myself cowing down to him. We were inside this large barn sized structure where they keep these tire tubes for tubing and maybe there was 60 or more people inside and more outside. He orders me in. “So are you. You're very, very beautiful.”Carmyn’s eyebrow shot up. Dana, a complete stranger who’d roamed into the office, was flirting back and inviting her in. She couldn’t believe it.Impatient, Dana stood and walked around the desk. Her lips were moving, saying something valuable. But her words only fell upon deaf Carmyn’s ears. Her eyes were too busy sizing Dana’s lovely figure, from her silky dark hair, that encased her tanned face, to her sky blue eyes, she resembled Megan Fox. Her.