Wiping away their tears and straightening up, they are surprised to be confronted by a dapper-looking grey-haired man standing at attention in front o... them. He has a thin pencil moustache and wears pale yellow golfing slacks and a blue military-style blazer with brass buttons. He carries a plastic bag under his arm like a soldier's swagger stick."Hi Trever," chirps Barbara, trying to regain her composure. "What are you doing here? Returning some naughty DVDs you've rented?"The military man. Bhabhi boli kal subah aati hu jabwoh chaley jayenge main kaha teekh hai subah dusre din bhabhi ghar aayi kuti aur leggings daal rakhi thi massssst lag rahi thi hum sofe pe baith ke idhar udhar ki baatein kar rahey the tabhi bhabhi boli kal kya keh rahe the agar main pas hoti toh kya karte maine kaha batau aap bura na mano toh bhabhi boli haan maine kha aapke hothon ko chumta aur chusta woh boli shut up aur sharma gayi mujhe laga ye toh positive reaction hai maine unke face ko upar kiya unhone. "I don't know how you did this, but I have to get out of here. This just isn't possible." Anything is possible." She replied. "Isn't that right, doctor?" Wheesmellem nodded."This is just too weird." Mickey said, searching for a way out.She reached up again and grabbed the pencil sitting on the desk. It was about as tall as she was. "Now, are you going to give me what I want or am I going to have to get rough?" She held the eraser end towards Mickey.He laughed. "Come on." He said. "I'm a real. ”“Thanks,” I said.We sat there and ate our lunch, as emotions I had never felt before started to surge through me, I started to faintly imagine me being the man she longs for. I realized that was a far-fetched fantasy. After all, she was in her early '20s. I was forty-one. She was beautiful enough to turn the head of any young stud. But there was something about this whole thing...We returned to work and spent the rest of the afternoon loading and unloading pallets. My aging body was starting.