The existence of this secret has caused us to grow closer in a strange sort of way. I sometimes think that she really doesn’t remember, but…I know...better.During the day it’s that way with me too. It is late at night when I’m alone in bed that I sometimes allow myself the luxury of remembering. I’ve been doing that more and more frequently of late and now that Sandy has entered into my life, well she’s confused the issue a little bit and that has also become a concern for me.Gretta spent the. I tried to tell Mother about this but she would just get hysterical and say that I was lying. He did this three times, and each time I would tell Mother. She said that I hated everybody and would tell lies to keep everyone away. She said it couldn' t have been her boyfriend because she took care of him. She knew it was true but she placed all the blame on our Uncle and even had a lawyer give him papers to keep him away. I know he knew the truth but he wouldn' t tell on his friend. Mom broke up. There was a similar problem with many of the blouses andtops, although there were a few that more or less fitted me. And therewere only a couple of skirts with stretchy waists that were going tofit me without much more drastic corsetry. There was now a large pileof rejected garments on the bed. "Well," said Ann, "there's plenty ofroom in your wardrobe for new clothes." I protested that I couldn'tafford to buy lots of new clothes all at once. "You're right to besensible," replied Ann. "We'll. I was looking out the window, but looking at him with tilted sight. He was continuously looking at my blouse. I felt he was curious for more. I looked at my husband who was sleeping on birth over him. Then I got up from the sit and pulled towel from the upper birth. In the process, my pallu was slipped and fall down. He glanced at my boobs, I smiled at him and then adjusted pallu again and sat on my sit.He: bhabhiji..aap kaha tak ja rahi he…Me: ham log vaise Rajasthan ja rahe ..LTC par.