Ok…. Say, what u wants to say yesterday evening????Me: idiot, y u didn’t asked me it yesterday itself and why u shouted at me???Vimala: i was upse... da.. That’s y i did like that.. Sorry da.. And she kissed me in my cheeks…Me: it’s ok, since u want to be my mom and i have planned a idea which makes it true…Vimala: whats that???Me: first you say… U wants me as your son??? U wants to do all the things u can do???Vimala: with pleasure da…Me: then, from tomorrow onwards treat me as ur new born child. “Sounds good.”The kissing and the hugging went on for a good length of time. Then we were sipping our after-dinner martinis.“Guests?” she said.“The folks at the Sand Bar of course. But who else would you have in mind?” I said, wondering at her facial expression.“Your family, maybe, your daughter... ?” she said. I frowned.“They are not my family,” I said.“Okay, okay, just asking,” she said. “We’ll table that one for another time. Okay?” I nodded, though tabling something didn’t mean the same. More slaps to her thighs. Small, quick, stinging slaps... warm-up slaps. Now to her breasts, the same quick slaps. Some to the flesh, and some to the nipple. And then, it stopped. So quick? Surely there was more.More rustling to her side, she wished she could see what he was doing! She felt him grab her breast and then that wonderful feeling as clothespins were clamped first to her nipple and then to the surrounding flesh. Now she really wished she could see. She loved seeing the look on his. For the first time in my life, someone askedme what I really wanted. I've had a lot of time to think about it, andI think I know. Only it may not be what you expect."He studied me curiously after he refilled our champagne glasses. "Thereare two possibilities," he said at length. "Do you know what theyare?" The first is that I decide to go all the way with this, become yourmistress, and live a life of great beauty in France." Don't think that fantasy hasn't occurred to me, every day and.