You have to recharge your batteries, uh? ” “Yes, literally,” she said and crutched toward the intersection. “What’s the purpose of this �...neurosupporting system?” “I broke my back a few years ago. The system enables me to move my legs. “That’s good.” We walked in silence for some time. Her gait was getting ataxic, her face darker. She stopped to rest for moment, then continued to struggle with her dying legs. “I will take over from now on,” I said. She nodded sadly and slipped her. I cant say that now. She has grown into her lanky frame and her breasts have started to fill her shirt more. Her legs as long and toned as i remember her mothers being. I remember the first time i noticed these things and I quick tryed forget about it , my lil girl was growing into one fine looking lady! I am proud of how beautiful she is , but more and more i noticed i was staring at her , checking her out almost. What am I doing? I thought.."shes my daughter!" and again i just tryed to think. She relaxed; it was a real look of relief. For the first time since she had entered the flat, she really relaxed.“That’s better,” I said. “Now you’re settling in. You happy?”“You’ve no idea,” she smiled.“Oh, I’ve just thought of something else,” I said. “Now don’t get the wrong idea, but there is only one bathroom, and the loo is in the bathroom. We are going to surprise each other – there’s no lock on the bathroom door. If you want I’ll go out now and buy a lock.”“I’ve no problem with you. ’I then went inside and was eagerly waiting for Prema to come. At around 10.30 the doorbell rang and I went and opened the door. Prema walked in. I held her by her waist and took her inside the hall.Prema was Maharashtrian lady of around 32 years of age and 5.1 tall. She was slim and unlike my aunt, she had small boobs (32) and a small ass. But she was a very fit woman and always dressed in the Maharashtrian nine-yard sari.She had a special place in my mind as she was the one to whom I had lost.