When no one was there, the shop was a little spooky because ofall of the placed a person could hide. I usually tried not to think aboutthis but focus...d more on the way the place smelled, which was a mixture ofmold, wood fuel and machinery. I had probably been inside looking at thevarious bits and pieces my father was working on when I heard what soundedlike a car pulling up to the shop on the gravel driveway next to thebuilding. Since I was in the front room of the shop I looked out. I showed more leg when I dressed up around him. Took extra care to wear stockings and high heels, made sure that around the house he got a good look. And look he did! I admit it was very naughty of me, but I loved knowing that he was going to be hard thinking about my legs and the way I dressed. My skirts go shorter and my heels higher. Friday nights I would do my best to look very slutty indeed with a tight black pencil skirt and black stilettos so that before he went out to see his mates,. She gave off every impression of being addled in the head: strange conversational jumps, easily distracted, unadulterated naïveté. Then, the week after, she had simply disappeared, and no one knew where she'd gone."Yes," Derek said, glancing at Arie carefully. Faith had needed a lot of guidance that week, and Derek's new responsibilities had almost torn him from Arie permanently. They'd managed to patch things up, thankfully, and now they were closer than ever before, but Faith had still been a. ” Bhaiya, lokhandwala? ” asked Rituraj.“Jee haan baithiye” said the driver and gave a full glance on rituraj.Rituraj was very tired as it was hectic day for him. So he sat in the rickshaw and closed his eyes and went off to sleep.Suddenly a jerk and rituraj’s sleep got disturbed.“Kya hua bhaiya?” asked worried Rituraj.“Kuch nahi madame. Aap baithiye” driver replied.“Madame?” Rituraj gave him a tough look.“Sorry sahab. Galti ho gai” driver apologised and got out of rick. The tyre got.