His muscles tensed with excitement as he decided to watch; to spy on the group was more correct, and the idea did have a certain masochistic stimulati...n.They were apparently going to eat the steaks that Karen was carefully turning over the campfire, but the way Valerie Boyd was acting with the two men, Rick had to wonder. Karen was almost a carbon-copy of her mother, and she was blessed with a degree of sensuality that belied her young age. Yet, Valerie Boyd was all the woman that any man could. Aap baitho jiju, I will go and change.” I said, “Are you going out somewhere?” She said, “No. Why?”I said, “Phir is dress mein kya burayi hain. It’s ok. Don’t be so formal.” I had almost finished my tea. She offered to take it for cleaning then I purposely let the cup slip. It fell on my lap and some of the leftover tea fell on my jeans and the floor. She said, “Oh. Sorry jiju.”She quickly scooped the cup from my lap and went to put it in the kitchen. Radha saw this and again came with the mop. I knew that what ever it was, its source had to be with the woman who'd walked by my desk. I passed through the door to the next office following the scent. A labyrinth of cubicles was before me. I put my faith in my nose and started into the maze. After several minutes and more than a couple of wrong turns that had forced me to back up and retrace my route, I found myself looking at the back of a woman of middle age. Graying hair cut in a pageboy style, a sweater around her shoulders and there. As Kalyani finished her shower in her bedroom bath, she could hear the shower running in the main bathroom. She laid down on the bed, still in shock, and tried to sleep. After a few sleepless hours of reliving the night”s events, she went downstairs in her nightee in the morning light and made some coffee. Jayan also had slept little, and as the alcohol wore off, he heard his mother downstairs. He looked at the clock. It was 6:30. He got up and went downstairs shirtless in his sleeping shorts..