Tell me what you like, and what you want to see.Update 10:More than 1 million views (and probably only a few tens-of-thousands are my own! :p)!!I just...wanted to thank everyone for checking out my story and continuing to read, comment, like, or otherwise support it. You're the reason I keep writing. Thank you! I hope you'll stick around and keep coming back.Update 9:The first of what I hope will be many endings has been completed! Thank you to everyone who has been reading the story. I hope. Good God! Aimee had aquamarine eyes, brilliant shiny eyes that caught the light and smiled jewel-like when Aimee purred or reacted to clever repartee or a saccharine greeting of a friend or someone handing her a fat cheque for her home décor consultancy work. Chase and Aimee had known each other since the age of thirteen, at time when bodily changes including on the chest had them both worried and fascinated. The course that nature took was to endow the chest of Aimee more substantially, a. As I am working to rearrange and light the candles on the cake, I get some frosting on my finger. I absentmindedly lick the frosting off. My eyes roll heavenward as the soft, rich chocolates frosting melts on my tongue and that is when I see that J is standing in the doorway watching me. "Krys, I thought you told me you were on a diet and that you weren't having any cake today." I blush from the top of my forehead down to my throat and I swallow before attempting to explain, but he cuts me off. After the tea, we sat down to chat & discuss the previous day's encounters.I lit a cigarette, had a few puffs and offered the same to my mother. She too had some puffs and passed it to my MIL, who also had a few puffs. It was time to shit. I was the first to go in the toilet. While I was there, my MIL walked in. I asked,'kya hua?' She replied,'kuchh nahi, main tumhe dekhne aee thee.' My mother followed suit. After I finished my MIL sat to shit and then my mother.While my MIL & my mother were.