My heart was racing; I was at a loss for words.She continued; "I got to thinking about what you told me. It kind of excited me too, and I kept thinkin... about how you said it would be really okay with you. Besides, I know you would fuck the hell out of me when I got home if I did it." Who?" I asked."That's for me to know and you to find out. That's part of the fun. I can tell you it's not the guy I danced with at the party. And if you want, you can call it off. I'm doing this for you, even. But, he was gone and there she was, in the kitchen with her ass swinging sideways now and then in her tightly draped saree. That is what makes me go weak in the knees.I greeted my bhabhi. Her face was dripping with sweat, but still, she looked beautiful and sexy at the same time.Let me tell you that she had no bad intention towards me and only treated me as her devar (brother-in-law). Then she prepared tea for me and we sat on the dining table.I was eyeing her cleavage from the corner of my. I wonder if I will regret putting my life, warts and all, out there. Worst case scenario – everyone who reads about me might hate me for all my mistakes. Of course I do not want that but it is what it is. These taboo subjects and experiences can be related to autism and most autistics and autism experts would not want to talk about them. At the end of the day, I have to take responsibility for my past mistakes and I do believe I have served enough time for my every crime. I find a lot of. It was all a bit scary at first but sovery very exciting in the end.The Photographer.....Mr Pierce was this dishy older man who had a little shop/coffeecornerwith a small museum of Hollywood glamour pictures and memorabillia inthe back, which was of course way up my street. The place had offeredquite a bit of inspiration over the years.Mr Pierce did however got a bit of a reputatiom for getting a bit tootouchy feely with some of the young ladies who came in to pose forglamour pictures of.