"I looked over at George, still grateful for the sanctuary of the small couch. I was glad he wasn't looking over my shoulder at the moment. I was also...glad that I hadn't let him hold my fanny-pack as a way of giving him something to do to keep him busy. He might have got curious and peeked inside at a whole lot of things I'd rather he didn't know about. He still hadn't asked me to explain what I was doing with police-grade restraints.I heard the girl give my name and ask if there was anyone. That is I pursue my own goals and interests for my own reasons. It so happens that I have a small stake in a business venture up in the north of Long Island and I wanted to buy adjacent land to add value and privacy. As for the upstate land, well, that is a long shot, we shall see if I have judged the market right.”I considered my options carefully. Here I was, the bogus reporter for an American Investment magazine, and there she was, a woman involved in some sort of shady dealing over the last. .” was all I managed before she interrupted by saying “ don’t worry its fine it’s your house you do what you got to do and I will leave you to your privacy its fine honest” I could tell by the look in her eye that she wanted to say something else “are you sure I didn’t mean for you to see me like that it won’t happen again” was the pathetic apology I managed in return. She finished her toast and told me not to worry and went to her room. That evening about 10ish we were watching TV when she. Aur aunty aur jor- jor se muge kiss karte ja rahi the aur moning be kar rahi the. Ab deere deere mera hateyar fir se tayar ho gaya tha. Ab maine aunty ki gaad me ungli daal deya to aunty ki cheekh nekal gai aur aunty ne turnt mera haath ppakad kar bhar nekalne ki koise ki but maine aur jor se aunty ki gaad me finger daal de aur wo chatpatne lagi. To maiene apne haath nekal deya ab use kuch aaram mila mine aunty se kaha ki mai tumari gaad marna chata hu to aunty ne saaf mana kar deya aur boli ki.