Mere pass black discover motor cycle hai,aur maine red check ki shirt pehni hue hai aur mere sath mera 3 saal ka ladka bhi hai aur tum bus stand ki du...an ke pass ek ganne ke juice ki dukan hai vahan milna .maine bhi unko apni dress bata di aur ganne ki dukan par pahunch gaya ,thodi der mein Mahesh aa gaya .phir hamne hath milaya aur eke k glass ganne ka juce bhi piya.aur main uske piche motorcycle pe baith gaya .Main bola,’ yar Mahesh aapka beta hamare programme mein problem to nahi karega. Reluctantly I paid my fare and went down to the platform to wait for the train. It was summers and I was dressed for the mild weather. I wore a button down top, and a skirt that stopped just above my knees. My boyfriend of up until recently had a thing for women’s underwear, so I usually wore a sexy bra, skimpy panties that ties at my hips, stockings and a garter belt. He hated pantyhose. After we broke up, I still wore these frilly things. Made me feel very feminine. On the platform, I waited. All this resulted from the fact that they were only half-brothers, both men shared the same Mother but different Fathers, both Fathers being Techx. Charellee at first peered above the frames of his reading glasses, looked to Chray then back to his computer. “What do you want Chray?” He didn’t sound irritated, but didn’t sound so enthused with him being in his office either.Not saying a word, Chray took quick strides to his desk, stepped past the two leathers chairs placed in front of the desk. Today I was just thinking. I had been badly burned by a beautiful woman and I was not interested in revisiting that experience.But this girl, and she was still only mid-twenties, seemed different. There was something special about her. It was her rock solid sense of personal integrity, which she just exuded. She was a giver, not a taker. And in that respect she was poles apart from Janet.For one thing she was not a vamp. Janet for all of her intelligence and common sense knew the effect that.