As the car hurtled down the last huge drop Brett made his move. I was almost expecting it. His fingers slid down into my jeans and past the waistline ...f my panties."No," I said. "I don't want that." Then why are you already so wet?" he asked. And he was right. I don't think it was Brett. In fact, I had no interest in him other than some kind of animal-magnetism that I could have easily ignored. But the fact was that I loved the sense of danger of the bigger faster rides and when you coupled. I mumbled. Carry on dont worry about me. he barked in his usual military gruffness. I continued to fuss around the bed, keeping my eyes lowered concentrating in the job in hand, I cannot deny Major Morris makes me quite nervous, whereas Lady Morris is a kind, sweet, quiet lady. Straightening up when I had finished to admire my handy work, I was distracted by him sitting in a chair watching me intently. Come over here. he demanded. Obediently I walked over and stood next to the chair, Major. .He didn’t answer at all.Madhu was still crying, I told her to stop crying and asked her to stay at my home till her husband opens up.At first, she respectfully declined, but after my pleading, she agreed.There was no other living on that floor.On entering, I gave her water and sat beside her and asked what happened, she cried and replied..Her-he beats me and shouts at me for no reason, I can’t stand it anymore, one of these days I’m gonna kill myself!Me-aunty plz don’t do that, and don’t worry. As she had expected there was not a single footprint in the thick dust on the museum's floor and she enjoyed the feeling of exploring a place no one else had set foot into for years. It reminded her of the strange fascination she had always felt for lost places, aimlessly wandering around them for hours without getting bored.This time however she knew exactly where she wanted to go, the highest room furthest from the entrance to ensure she had ample time should she hear any movement throughout.