The house is 10000 sft, 2 stories, the upstairs has 8 bedrooms total, with full bathrooms to each. At both ends of the house there is a master bedroom... One is ours and one is for our folks when they visit. Downstairs there is the main entranceway, full dinning room, living room and kitchen. Directly under our room is a 20 seat theater which is state of the art. Next to the theater is my office. There is also an exercise room, and a kids game room. Plus a lot more that I will not. “Yeah, dude…somebody busting your balls? What’s the message?” J.J. asks. “It says it’s from Megan…she says she’s sorry for flipping out on me that time we were all out together…but that was, like, two weeks ago…” the puzzled redheaded stud replies, leaning forward and showing his phone to Aaron. “Yeah, that’s Megan’s number, all right…” Aaron assures him. “Okay…but how did she get my number…?” the football stud wonders aloud, as J.J. and Aaron exchange knowing sideways smirks…“Thanks for riding. She said jokingly that it was the result of too much of grappling by customers over the years. Anyway, she wore a cotton sari so I made her take off her blouse and wear the sari in the traditional Bengali way; she looked ravishing like that. I laid her on the bed and raised her arms to sniff at her deep set pits.As soon as I did that, she began to resist. I was amazed. What happened? She began to throb and told me that her armpits were the most sensitive parts of her body and she just could not. I told you. You need not think you're going to spend all day in bed. I shall be leaving in 15 minutes and I want to see you upright before I go. And woe – be - tide you if I hear you've been up to anything while I'm gone. Your aunty will be keeping an eye on you to make sure you behave. You can start by putting the Hoover about the place and dusting. I quietly groaned. She heard and screamed at me asking what I said. I told her nothing and with that received a clout round the ear. Her favourite.