I asked her “kya hai?’ and she just pushed me inside and came in and closed the door behind her and turned on the lights. I asked her again Kya hu... to which she just asked me to sit.As soon as i sat on the chair she came and sat on my lap. I was extremely horny but controlled myself and asked kya hai be. to which she said shaant bhaiya i just came to give you the return gift for making this my best birthday ever. I was confused and asked what she was going to give me, and within a second she. She raised her left hand and slowly waved and then...then a sly smile seemed to cross her face. Was it his imagination? Yes, that was it. It was his imagination. Any second now she would scream and run back into her house. But no...no, she was definitely waving. Smiling up at him. Oh. Oh my God. He panicked, briefly, sure that she knew what he was doing. “Hey! Good to see you!” Her voice rang through the cool night, soft and soothing, as if she were out there fully dressed, as if there was. Ten minutes later, fully dressed, I dashed down the stairs, crossed theyard, swaggered up to the servery, grabbed a tray, and piled it highwith cereals, cold drinks and a generous fry-up. The servery staffstared in horror and disbelief, as I turned away and pushed and shovedmy way through the throng of 'girls' now exiting the dining hall,clumsily plonking myself down at a bench and voraciously digging intomy breakfast. It was a minute or two before I took any notice of myaudience, as I. Dora's mother, Mrs. Alessandra, was a dear and cheerful lady… Her husband, Dora's father, left her mother and went with a young mistress, but he was punished by force majeure and suffered a heart attack. Mrs. Dora remembered how much her mother had suffered because of her father's deception, yet she somehow found a new path in life and, nowadays, spent her retirement days comfortably. Mrs. Dora's mother kept in good shape during hiking trips. She was a passionate member of a mountaineering.