Fitzpatrick?”“There you are,” he smiled wide, “so glad you decided to come.” He bade me to follow and I did. He washed his hands in a led an... plastic looking tub of a sink and black grease, oil, or soot dripped off with the soap. For me, I imagined it to be soot, for despite his easy smile, it would fit that he was a demon caretaker amid a graveyard of abominations. That would make me an unwitting innocent.He spoke to me about some other business theory. Market rates or durable good, I don’t. I sat on the sofa in living room and got myself hooked. I could see the fuzzy but recognisbale images of Rajaji and my wife standing with their arms around each other and kissing passionately while Rajaji was taking shara’s saree off. Soon she was dressed in a petticoat and blosue. Rajaii made her turn around and sat on all fours on bed. Then he reached thru his armpits and started to unhook her blouse. Shara helped him by straightening her hands and lettig him take it off.“Kevadhe galle ahet. Finally, I shut my eyes tight and come, pleasure making me seize up and shiver, a choked groan tearing through my throat. He squeezes me tightly and comes inside of me, chomping down one last time on my neck to shut himself up. “I’m in, right?” He takes his mouth off, and nods. “Y-yeah. I’ll throw in a good word…” He leans his head back. “God, I’m tired.” I sigh. “You can sleep here, but be out before I wake up.” He brings a hand up and rubs his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I can do that.” He might look. After putting the jean skirt back on and the silky top, Mandyand Caroline whispered and then Mandy said, "OK Karen, pack a fewthings, but only girly things, you're staying with us for the next fewdays. Hurry now."My mind was moving ten thousand miles an hour after the recent fashionshow. I threw all of my (Karen's) bras, panties, hose, shoes, skirts,tops, dresses and even gowns in a suitcase. My makeup bag was also readywith all my jewelry and perfume. Caroline undid my ponytail, fluffed upmy.