Thodi hi der mein wo control se bahar ho gayi aur boli, “Ab control nahi ho raha .. Ab upar n aa jao vikram”. Maine bola, ” tumhara pati hoon ai...e bolo hi”. Ispar chandrika boli, “Pati dev ab upar aa jao”. Main, ” upar aa kar kya karna hai”. Chandrika, “Meri pyas bujha do aur mat tadpa”. Main, “Pyas kaise bujhane hai”. Meri baat sunkar wo samajh gayi ki main kya sunna chahta hoon, tak usne muskura kar kaha,“Pati dev ab jaldi se apni biwi ko chodna shuru kijiye taki meri choot ki pyas bujh. Miller from nextdoor.Ah yes, "PLAN-A." I knew it as soon as I heard Mrs. Miller's voice, itwas a great plan while it lasted. Boy how could I ever think it was goingto be that easy!You see, I guess I forgot that one little detail,, "Mrs. Miller," whoalways looked after my little sister, while I went to school. now itlooks like it's my turn to be looked afterI heard mom asked her in. That's when I knew my so called, "Plan A" wasover with. The next thing I heard was mom calling out,, "Jillian". We spent the night in there and all got pretty drunk, my flatmate seemed to get more down thoughout the night. Eventually we all got back to the flat and poured some stronger spirits. I felt sorry for my flat mate and he eventually left and went to bed.Steph and me were all over each other and were soon kissing each other passionately and were soon in my bedroom, upstairs. I took her top off and then her jeans and she was standing in just a tiny thong and a matching bra, this soon came off. It was on a Saturday morning, just after my 25th birthday and 7th marriage anniversary. The air’s crisp scent was pregnant with seasonal change, The new velvet green leaf canopy of Sycamore trees at the Stanford Mall heralded change. The new green grass carpet of the Diablo Range’s distant hills augured tectonic change.Under the portents of change, we met.I held a pair of shoes selected for hubby in a men’s shoe store and felt a presence behind me. I turned. He stood a shoe rack row away,.