“There’s no panty line.”“Good. That’s the problem with slacks, it’s hard to match the slacks with the panties.”“What about the front?�...� She shifts her feet slightly parting her legs.His eyes are drawn to the juncture of her thighs. There is a nice hint of a mound. He looks her in the eye and says, “They’re not too tight either.”She shifts position and feels the fabric tightening over her mound. “Are you sure? Take another look.”She’s becoming aroused telling another man to look at her pubic. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to walk into a bar, with your blouse almost see through from the rain, your skirt sticking to your legs making your suspended buttons very obvious through your dress…She gathered herself and approached the bar. It was the only way.“Do you have a phone?" she enquired nervously.“For sure.” the barman replied “Over there on the wall.”“Thanks” she said, relieved that the barman seemed very friendly.“...there’s a small charge” he followed on.“It’s ok, I have. “This one vibrates. Can’t wait to try it out with my friend.” Nodding over her shoulder at Kim. The delivery man cast his gaze over Mary’s shoulder too.“Hmmm. Would you, ah, need any help? I’m pretty handy. I’m Brindle by the way.” Brindle leaned with one arm over his head, against the doorframe. His presence covered Mary, already doing naughty things to her, deep down inside. Grabbing his wrist she lead him inside and locked the door.Kim saw Mary chatting with the delivery man and then. Manaporutham alladhendhu parayaana kramena njaan yethiyaal thaamasiyaadhe akkanum Ritechi ye visit cheyum. Sarasoo Akkan (thamizh Iyer kudumbham, 40-41 varum nalla vannamulla thein kiniyunna maadhaka meni,Yithra naal aayittum kuttikal undaayittilla, adhinaayi mikhavarum avarude veettil sanyaasimaaro poojaariyo aarenghilum okke undaakum palappozhum poojayo mattu chadanghukalo okke kondu bhahalam thanne; yendhu cheydhittum Akkante palla veerkkunnilla yennu maathram). Divasanghal kadannu poakum.