“I do hope you two do not get into trouble for me being here, and knowing what I know now about you two and them two, as a new f****y and all.” �...Once we tell them what all happened while they were gone, and no way to really reach them, and it not being an emergency in any way, we should be good to go without us being in trouble. Besides, I think you really enjoyed what we have done in the last few days that you have been here, as Nestlé and I have had fun for sure.” “Believe me, I definitely. .. . Unbeknown to Terry, he had mistakenly picked up Jean's front door key with his paperwork. Several calls later he noticed the key on his seat and realized what must have happened. It was nearing ten o'clock when he got back to Jean's. The place was in darkness apart from the soft glow of a bedside lamp. He tapped on the door, no response, he tapped once again, still no response. He threw caution to the wind and inserted the key, opening the door, softly calling to Jean, so as not to alarm. He tested each step with his toes before he put his weight down. He filled his goatskin canteen as he crossed.On the other side, he quickly slipped into the bushes and sat down. Keeping an eye on the banks for trackers, he brushed the sand off of his feet. He stood and started counting trees. To his surprise there was some sort of order; the trees, maybe a hundred rings apiece, were spaced at some sort of regular intervals. Planted trees usually meant sacred groves.Taima had never been in a. But she wanted to talk to both Ravindra and his wife Ravisha.I already had seen Ravisha as my reader had sent me her photo. Let me tell you what a sex bomb she was. Ravisha was 28 years, had a voluptuous body, brownish skin, straight hair, big eyes, and a perfect pair of lips. She could make anyone hard when she gets ready with wet open hair and a little bit of makeup with bright lipstick.And as we move our eyes down to catch hold of Ravisha’s body, it mesmerizes our eyes more. This Indian wife.