I used to visit her regularly and take her for shopping and for buying things as she was living with kids only.. I respected her as my aunty and I had...no bad intention on her. We used to share many things and travel together. She liked me very much and me too. She used to wear nighty at home and sari while going outside. She was so sexy in her sarees. Coming to the incident. I used to go her house every Saturday directly from my hostel to her home as it was near easy for me to wash my cloths. "Fuck the silly bastards to death, and make them pay through the nose for it." Her companion nodded her head in agreement with the statement. Laughing, Holly and I left the café. The lunch crowd was beginning to arrive, anyway."Look, Holly," I said when we got to the curb. "Big R doesn't know who I am or anything about me. At least not yet. Please don't mention our conversation to him." Okay," she answered me. "However you want it. We both know that it's not going to be long before you try sex. ‘And take your hand off my knee before you make a ladder in my tights.’Only now did he realize that her legs weren’t bare, but that she was wearing very sheer pantyhose, as he usually called them. As inebriated and bad as he felt, the realization awoke the fetichist inside him. Kate saw it too and said: ‘What? Are you looking at my tights?’Roger felt himself blush. Normally, when they were getting along, they had fun with his kinky preferences, but now that she was angry with him and addressed. "How much?" I asked out of curiosity."Getting on for £300,000," he replied with a shrug."Lot of money," I stated."I know, but I'll make it back. I've got the knowhow ... well almost, just need the right site and I'll make it work," he replied, looking about as serious as I've ever seen him."So how will you raise it?" I asked."Was going to ask Nan and Grandad to stand as guarantors," he replied."Good idea, if they'll go for it. Phil at least is on the board of several companies so should be good.