"Come on, then. Upstairs. I'll show you what I need doing."He followed her upstairs. He seemed to spend his whole life lately following buxom women up...these stairs. "This way! We're not going into Sally's room. Lots more room in mine!" She flung the door wide. The curtains were drawn, the bedside lamp turned down to little more than a warm glow, the bed covers were turned back. Crimson silk sheets. Sheer decadence.He found himself looking round like a tourist. "It's a bit dark to work..."Delia. Kam khatam kar ke mai kamani ke jeth ke ghar wapas chala gaya.humne raat ko dinner kahin bhar kiya jate aate samay me kamani ke gand ko jan bujha kar choo leta tha.es se mujhe aur maja aaraha tha. dinner kar ke hum wapas ghar aa gaye raat ko thooda batchit ki aur sab soo gaye.mujhe soone ke liye drawingRoom me arrangemnt kiya gaya. usi ke pass kamini ke jeth aur jethai ek room me the uske baad wale mai unka ek Baby(chintu) aur kamni soo rahi the uske bad kitchin aur uske bad Bathroom.11 baje. Here's a little story that she told me about a while back that i think is worth sharing.After a night out Mrs O and Olivia brought four guys who they knew back to their shared house for a few after hours drinks. As the night wore on the guys kept suggesting that they all played strip poker but the girls refused even though they were tempted opting instead for a game of truth or dare.After a while the questions inevitably began to take on a sexual nature and the girls found themselves revealing. A package of information came from St James’s Palace a few weeks later, and the ceremony would be early-March. But it would be Prince Charles, not the Queen. Bit of a letdown, really.At the end of January 1972 came a horrible event I couldn’t stop: Bloody Sunday. The foreknowledge made me sick. Similarly the car-bomb that would follow in February as retribution, but for different reasons. The latter I could have stopped with an anonymous phone call to Crimestoppers. But if I had, the Official.