They had seen glimpses of each other every now and then. A few times in the grocery store, but no real conversation. It was as if the girl she was, ha... grown into adulthood without much change. But for Lauren, everything had changed. The nightmares dulled now. And she could remember one or two fond memories. She also knew that life for the person behind the voice had changed as well. The bumper stickers that plastered the back of her car were a testimony to how radically things had changed. It. My next-door neighbor, Geetha has been very friendly with both my wife and myself. We will fuck together as a threesome or separately with one another. This story is not about Geetha, rather about Saranya, my wife’s half sister from Chennai. Saranya called Sabitha last week and she coming to stay here for the rest of the summer. It seems she just finished dealing with a messy divorce and needs comfort away from Chennai. Saranya is a runway model that works throughout Chennai. I particularly do. After a short while she rolled off of me and we turned to each other smiling. Her soft red hair was smothered and messed, it actually looked rather sexy. Her green eyed lazily glanced at me while she smiled, I looked back with admiration of her beauty. “Did you enjoy that” she asked. I moved my head over towards her and kissed her on the forehead. “I did” I replied shortly and elaborated, “I love you”. She smiled and closed her eyes, “I love you too” she whispered.You can probably guess that by. Padlocks. It wasn't worth the fifty without the other rooms but we paid it. It kept the wife close to her sisters.The house to the north was Uncle Jess's home for Wayward Horses and Blonds. The house to the south was boarded up and had 'Police Crime Scene' posted all around it. The signs were pretty old and tattered and the house itself was posted.Not that that bothered the teenagers in the area..."Let's go look in the Murder House."They had parties there most weekends during highschool.