..The girl in this scenario is actually about 25-30YO approximately, a "bob" style haircut, quite smartly & primly dressed in a nice black jacket,knee...length skirt,thick nylon tights, slight heel shoes & immaculate makeup. Everything was black, hair,outfit & shoes & should probably be a Suicide Girls kind of model.This was 100% truth.....So to the fiction......This girl was struggling to make the fuel pump work & having waited a bit for mine to operate, I could understand. So I wandered over &. Jen thought that was a bit forward, but given the circumstances just went with it. Flora sat down in front of her in the women’s dressing area, never taking her eyes off of Jen. Jen removed her top, revealing her lacy bralette. As Jen reached to slide her leggings down, Flora moved toward her suggestively offering her help. Jen’s breath caught slightly but she accepted the offer. Flora took Jen gently by the foot, and removed her shoes. She proceeded to slide the leggings the rest of the way. I imagined a fireplace, either a real, in the wall fireplace, or maybe one of those Scandinavian stoves with the window in front.Trouble was, I never quite saw Keith there with me. I wrote the whole idea off as a vestige of my adolescent mind.Tonight it all came tumbling back to mind. Catalyst? I saw Brad squatting down tending the fireplace. Cozy cabin? Fireplace. And THAT guy ... It’s like all the pieces came together.There’s just that one thing. Brother. Sister. Does HE want it? Are we. Mai dono ke beech fansi hui thi. Mai peechhe baithne lagi thi ki Arun ne rok diya. “kahan peechhe baith rahi ho. Samne a chalo. Baten karte huye rasta gujar jayega. Aur koi haseen saathi ho to safar ka pata hi nahi chalta hai” “lekin tum apni harkaton par kaboo rakhoge warna mai Rachna se bol doongi.” Mine use chetaya. “Are us Hitler ko kuchh ulta seedha mat batana nahin to who meri achchhi khasi ragging le legi.”Mai uski baat sun kar hansne lagi. Aur Sumo me chadh kar unke bagal me baith.