I just need- oh, hell, I can’t kid you. I’m looking for the fun we used to have.”“Yuh’re too old fawh dat now, Johnny,” she said, “Even ...f I was still alive, dat ship would have sailed long ago. Right? I’d be sixty-one now, Johnny. Ya’ dig? Sixty-one! Okay? I’d be close tuh social security, if I evuh paid any fuckin’ tawkses.”“They were the best days of my life,” I replied, sniffing the nape of her neck.“Mine too,” she said, “Yuh made my life wawhth livin’, as much or mawh than I helped yuh, I. So let’s begin my story. Mrunal is the daughter of my mom’s cousin brother. She is no doubt very beautiful 22 years of age. Her physical maturity is far more than I would have expected; perfect 36, 26, 34 figure and lovely face with a killing smile. I always go crazy whenever she wear saree, her curves look even sexier in sarees especially her special round ass. And she is the only reason why I go to mom’s native place. Anyways she wanted to do some banking exam foundation course in Pune and. I believe Sandy would also."Sandy nodded her head, and I saw her eyes start to well up.Christ, it's not often that I've ever seen Sandy cry about anything. This woman, though outwardly doesn't look like it, is tough as nails.The girls noticed as well, but didn't say anything.Part of our exit from service was notification to our families that we had been killed in action.Sandy and I both, in the name of security, had lost our identities and have lost our families. We were orphaned so to speak,. Aunt Anne grinned back and chuckled softly.At the risk of sounding pathetic or puerile, although I knew that we were safe from being discovered, I tried to imagine Frank beckoning "Lady Jane" closer. In my mind's eye I pictured him, with whispered words, mimes and knowing nods at Aunt Anne's window, as he disclosed our dreadful secret. I imagined the snooty woman's blushes and intakes of breath, her tuts and head-shakes of shock, outrage, and disbelief.With such images in my mind I ran my mouth.