" To my surprise she seemed to like the idea and said it would be a good deed to make someone's Christmas brighter. I suggested it would probably do w...nders for ours too. She just grinned and wanted to know when I wanted to go and what I thought she would wear? I told her we could run over to one of the truckstops for lunch and it could be nice if she wore a dress and no panties and a low cut push up bra, so she could show some cleavage. She thinks she is too old for short skirts so she chose a. Once in my room I checked my watch and it was 4 in the morning. I again tried to sleep in thinking why Mamta uttered those words when I heard door opening and Rakesh saying let him sleep and closing the door.As I could not sleep, I decided to go in for morning walk and freshened up. As I came out from my room I saw Mamta. She was in sleeveless black nightie upto knee length which hung over her shoulder by 2 chords. Her pinkish fair skin was gleaming. She was tying her beautiful hair and that. She still pined to start her life. Everything to this point had just been marking time. Wasting time. She had just been suspended in time. Her life had not yet begun. But as the weeks dragged by, 150 miles began to seem like it was on the other side of the world, and Ada’s dreams of the World’s Fair started to dim. She began looking at the bustling proprietor of the town’s emporium in an increasingly favorable light. William Hagen was a well built and comely man, Ada had to admit. And he. And I got a charge of testosterone all over my body when I saw “Mandira (psy)” on the phone screen. Taking a deep breath I received the call and wished,– Hello Miss Mandira.– Hello namastey Mr. Mishra. Sorry to disturb u at work; but it was urgent to call u.– Its fine ma’am. And what important u are talking about?– Yeah, How about last night of Mrs. Mishra? – Hmm, just fine no screaming this time, but she was murmuring something in her sleep that’s difficult to understand.– Oh, I’m so sorry.