To all she was a true woman. She spoke as a woman and behaved as awoman, and if her antic was a little crude it must be put down to hersavage origins...rather than the anatomy that she hid beneath her skirts.She prevailed upon me to provide good clothes for her conduct in thecivilised world, and this I gave happily. With these she presentedherself so well that despite her dusky countenance, some thought that shemight be my wife. Friday herself said to me that "If only it could beso." In. Maine kahan nahi hai ap bahar aa kar dekh do.Wo boli main “aati hoon 5 min main”Phir main room main ja kar baith gaya ..Mom room main aayi nude bas unhone sar par towel lappet rakha tha..Wo bag main chabi dekhne lagi phir par bag main nahi thi wo boli bed ke neeche dekhi kahin kapde nikalte hue gir gayi ho.”Maine bola “nahi neeche nahi dekhi”Mom boli ne muje thoda gussa se dekha or ghutno ko zameen par rakh jhuk gayi or boli torch le kar aa.Maine torch mom ko de diya or mom ke peeche khada ho. She made the comment that while talking about it, the girls mutually agreed they would not say anything. They knew I was married, obviously, having a step-daughter, and knew that my wife and I barely had any type of relationship together. They also knew with my age just over forty, and Tammy's age of sixteen, society in general, mostly involving our community, parents and friends, would not accept it, and the end result would be ugly. The problem was, however, I could not stop myself from. When they got to my door I was a little intimidated by how large two of them were. Marc leaned over and asked if they could give us directions and he gave them the address. The guys talked amongst each other for a minute, I couldn't hear their conversation. One of them he called himself Lamont said they were going near there and if we gave them a ride he would show us. I was about to say no when Marc said OK no problem. Lamont said he should sit in front with him so he can give directions.