Quite frankly, I might have forgotten about her at this point because I was so caught up with end-sem exams and papers.But as soon as I got on to the ...light back to Mumbai for my mid-semester break, there was only one person on my mind. Several days passed, and finally, my mom told me about a family friend party happening one weekend at another couple’s house. I asked her who will be coming.She listed our name after name that sounded like white noise to me until I heard her say, “Dipti aunty’s. . . “ her brother replied cautiously.“Well as she told the story, I noticed that you blushed a beet-red.”“No I didn’t” was his reply.“YES . . .you did” Candy corrected, “and I think I might know why. Kenny, over the past few months I’ve had a number of pair of panties go missing. I swear I thought that the washing machine must be eating them. But now I wonder if a certain brother of mine might not have been taking them to pleasure himself with?” As Candy said this, her brother again turned. I walked slowly feeling the sweet air on my face. I’m sure that women, like Tasha, never take the time to feel how their breasts move when they walk or bend over. That was the first thing I thought I was going to miss, the feeling of my penis swinging freely in the open air as I walked.I also contemplated what magical things breasts are to men. I guess the same applies to women and penises. Each of the ladies had said that I had the perfect penis, no doubt a part of the plan to get to me. As I. She took the wine, paid the delivery man, and waved a good night as she closed the door and set the cases of wine on the kitchen table, she sat their staring at them and remembering the last time she'd had such fine wine to drink, it had been their honeymoon as they had drank the wine and made passionate love deep into the night only getting enough of each other once the sun had begun to rise over the horizon. As she took a bottle of wine and drank from it slowly her eyes closed and she lost.