Usne mujhe sofa pe bithaya aur Volini ki tube leke aa gaya.Maine kaha, “Bhaiya mujhe dijiye main khud laga lungi.” Deepak nahi mana aur meri saree...thodi si upar kar ke paer mein Volini se malish karne laga. Maine dard ki wajah se aankhein band kar li thi. Naa jane kab mujhe malish mein itna maza aane laga ki main dheemi dheemi siskiyan lene lagi.Deepak ko bhi apne pe kabu nahi raha aur usne saree ko thoda aur upar kar diya. Ab woh ghutne tak ki malish karne laga. Akhir tha to woh bhi ek jawan. .What would she do?! .She looked into his eyes, and saw the confusion and fear there. She hadfound his secret stash of magazines and read them all over the last fewmonths while he had been so busy with work. The things she had read therehad both surprised and excited her. She wanted to try these things that shewas reading about and she thought that perhaps the man she loved so dearlywanted that too. Her heart had flip-flopped at the look he had given thepaddle she was holding. When she had. The tease turns into passion as we kiss harder, exploring each other’s body with our hands.Our pulses shoot up as we get caught in the passion of the moment, each stroke of the hand is a masterful passion play, every kiss like the first time we kissed.We roll over the bed trying to get as much skin contact as we can.There is no more intellect at play, we have become creatures of instinct and we are completely tuned in to one another.Our lips no longer joined, our mouths seeking other avenues of. I thought she meant her zits but when I started, I noticed that she had a black mass in her chest and something was wrong with her abdomen too. I’m not sure what it was, but I ended up healing both, and the zit too.” I shrugged self-consciously.Mrs. Moore took a sharp breath at my recounting. She went from comfortably amused, to scared. I think. Reading people’s energy wasn’t easy, nor did I have a guide. “This ‘black mass’ in her chest, is it gone?”“Yes Ma’am, it’s all cleared up.”“The other.