The bell rang and by husband went to open the door. I went inside our bedroom to wear clothes. As I was very tired I just wore night gown with no bra ...nd panty. My husband’s boss came in and sat on the sofa and said how everything is. My husband was very low from what happened and told this to his boos. His boss asked were I was then my husband called me I went out wearing just the night gown. My nipples and breast were clearly visible but I did not care anymore. I sat in front of them. My. Rick, is that you? I could have died, this club was fifty miles from our home, and surely nobody knows me here! I turned around and I couldnt believe it. It was Clive, a friend from London I had met many years ago when I lived there. I had fractured my ankle while working on a building site. He was a West Indian Physiotherapist at my local hospital, and became my physio for ten weeks after. We had got on so well we actually had been out for a drink a few times after my treatment. He was a. .Ek din main bahar bate kar raha tha upar se ek paaer aaya,maine use utaya to usme ek mobile no tha,maine upar dekha to aunty thi,tab m room par gaya aur wo no lagaya,phone us aunty ne uthaya,maine aunty se sirf bate ki,aur pucha ke wo kyu mujhse baat karna chahti h,to aunty boli m tumse dosti karna chahti hu,tb hum logo ki roz bate hone lagi.phr bate raat ko hone lagi kabhi to puri raat hi baat karte,baato se pata chala ki wo samne wale ghar ki owner h,husband ki death ho chuki h,aur children. Lucky we don't use videophones, I thought,as I exchanged news on the day and then wished her a good night. Back to the jobin hand. Tonight was going to be a very special night. Not only was I going out- a rare excursion for a closet TV like me - but also I had decided to have myears pierced. Away from home for four weeks at a new client represented theideal opportunity to indulge the fantasy of a lifetime, have time to experimentwith my new holes, and get them partly rehealed and disguised.