Uko dek kar mujhey kuch kuch hota tha. ek din main himmat kar ke use bol diya ki wo mujhey bhut acchi lagti hai aur i love you u. to wo thoda sa hasi ...ur kuch nahi kaha. maine socha shayad wo bura maan gayi aur main aur koi sawal jawab nahi kiya uss se aur apne ghar aa gaya aur sochta raha ki shayad wo aab kabhi phone ya mujhse baat nahi karegi. Lekin shaam ko achank mere cell par uska call aaya aur usne i love you to keh ke phone kaat diya. maine use dobara dcall kiya to usne pic nahi kiya. Aur mere kundali mein bhi paraye mard se yaun sukh aur ati yaun wasna tha. Par mere kundali mein woh ache gun the isliye hamara rishta tay hua. Main ek ache ghar ki ladki thi, aur hun.Hamari shadi hui unke ghar ek gaon mein. par woh ache amir log the. Budhi sas do bade jeth. Amarji ka apna business tha Bade jeth ko 2 bete,1 beti thi. Aur majle jeth ko 1 beta aur 1 beti thi.Amarji ka size 5 inch hai, jo thik tha. Par woh bohut jaldi jhad jate aur jaldi excite bhi nahi hote. Unka khada hota bohut. A touch of my hand on her shaking knee confirmed her discomfort. “Are you okay, my dear?” I asked gently. She looked at me, her eyes desperate for relief. “Please Sir?” she implored, almost begging. “Not yet, my horny one, we’ve only just begun the evening,” I replied nonchalantly. “But Master, I don’t know if I can hold back much longer…” her voice trailed off. “Oh, yes you can, my pet,” I replied encouragingly, as I turned the dial up even farther. “Now, shall we visit the salad bar?”. Aunty Elsie was my grandmother’s cousin and at the timethis all took place was a sprightly 71 and also theblack sheep of the family. By this time she had beenmarried 4 times and was known to be a “bit of a girl”as Gran would often say.By now I had stopped holidaying with my parents andyounger sister so while they were away my Grandmother,who lived with us, invited Aunty Elsie to stay for somecompany and also I suspect to help keep an eye on me toprevent me from getting up to.