This is the story of what could have happened had I accepted her offer.All the characters names remain unchanged except the main character of me (Step...en). I really don't like to use that name anymore.Chapter 1Joanne and I we're playing in her room. There wasn't much to do outside, and it wasn't the nicest of days to do anything anyway. We we're busy using her toy typewriter busy putting together a comic we'd been working on for a week or so, I was typing and she was dictating. We we're really. He said, “One more implement to try, Christine: the hairbrush.” Mark walked back over to the table in the corner and retrieved the brush. It was an oval, flat-backed wooden brush with a head about 4 inches in diameter. He walked over to the bed and sat back down, “For this, I want you back over my knee, Christine.” Christine walked back over to his right side and lowered herself back over his lap, remembering how to position herself properly from the first time. Mark reached over and grasped. Maya was thoroughly enjoying that though was conscious enough to keep her pallu in place so that the old man could not see anything. Suddenly the auto rickshaw braked seeing a bump or whatever, but the effect was thoroughly embarrassing for Maya . As the vehicle braked, Uday was actually cupping her right boob from the underside; the sudden brake made his fingers dug in her boob. Mishra-ji's right arm was in a folded position on his dog's head just a few inches from her boob; the sudden. To that spot, which will either drive her wild with passion or send into fits of giggles. Today, she collapses in uncontrollable giggles. Which is his cue to tickle her and tickle her, until she is gasping for breath. He holds her firmly in his strong arms. He is laughing his big, dirty belly laugh so hard. They fall and just lie back on the grass, to watch the clouds and the airplanes drift by. A stupid grin plastered all over his weathered face. She snuggles forcing his arm around her.