But then I recognized the man as my next-door neighbour, Frank. He was in his mid to late 50's and always waved hello to me when I jogged by his house... The realisation that a man was so attracted to me that he stooped to peeping through my windows not only flattered me, it turned me on. I had no idea that Frank was such a dirty old man. I decided I would give him a bit of a show. I got out of the still running shower so that he could look at my wet naked body. I went over and shut off my music. Darshi was anyway an independent woman who would go along with the child to her parent’s house in the nearby town and usually spend at least a week there each month. Very soon the best opportunity turned up for my dream moments with Reshama. Darshi had gone to her parent’s house for at least a week. And my parents had to leave for Delhi for a family wedding. Simultaneously, to my fortune, since there was going to be less work at home Munna also decided to visit his family in village for 15 days. ....I padded as demurely as I could to the kitchen in that side tie bikini and selected two of the least ripe bananas I had. Heading back to the dressing table I picked up a towel on the way. Placing the towel on the dressing table stool, I kept my legs straight and together and bent at the waist, imagining the view my imaginary lover would have if they were on the bed looking at my ass as I bent over.I peeled the curved banana and delicately pulled the tie to one side of the bottoms undone,. I ask her for a light despite the fresh pack of matches in my pocket. “I hate that, don't you?” I ask her. “ When a stranger asks you for a light?” I point my cigarette at the group near the doorway. “When an obnoxious group of people makes you feel like you're interrupting their public space.” “ Bastards, they are.” I raise a brow at her. “You old enough to be smoking?” “ I'm old enough to be drinking.” She leans forward in her seat, and then back, and then forward. The only explanation I.