Then a strange thing happened, i got another message thanking me after i'd apologised for my previous over long comment. She liked it, told me she enj...yed reading such comments, thats when i suggested she read a story i'd written about a closet CD who'd moved into the house next door. That was that as far as i was concerned, no way was i going to push my luck, regardless of what Amanda's profile said, i reckoned she had a type of man in mind when she wrote it and it was safe to assume that type. I made myself comfortable on the brown couch while Nandini fetched me a glass of water from the kitchen.“What was all that going on with the taxi driver?”“Nothing, aunty.”Nandini sat on the couch, waiting for me to tell more about the driver.“Oh! You want to know more?”“Yes.”I drank the water and kept the glass on the coffee table nearby, and continued.“Are you available?”“Available for what, Nikhil?”“That’s what the driver was asking.”“I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?”“You know. ‘Mom…!’‘Honey, I, I…’Then she started giggling, I guess she’d had a glass or two of wine – something she tended to do a little more these days to help her relax when she wasn’t at work.‘Honey, you are so sweet. Don’t be shy; I’m your Mom. I’ve seen it before; I’ve cleaned it and powdered it and wrapped it in a fresh diaper a thousand times. Admittedly, it’s a lot bigger than it used to be, but you’re almost a man now. You’ll start your senior year in the fall, and you’ll soon be thinking about. . better than Lonnie and his rabbity hunching. Hanson's lips and teeth and tongue were all against her at the same time, digging in the folds of her crevice until she didn't even try to stifle the low, growling moans in her throat."Noo, no, no!" she whined, tossing her shoulders helplessly against the worn springs of the seat. She pushed at his head with both hands, but her arms trembled with the effort and Hanson only found another seeping hollow to nibble."What are you doing to me!" she.