We hit off from the word go. It was refreshing to talk to some one who was intelligent and witty. Never told me what his profession was.We talked abou... family, children and all sorts of things. He was well read and had interest in variety of subjects. It was fun and many a times I have sat in front of the computer and laughing out loudly looking at what we were writing to each other.. My kids thought I was getting mad. I don’t know at what stage the conversation became sensual in nature. I. I went inside leaving them back, to get juice for us from the fridge, as we felt thirsty and tiptoed to the hall to find them going through the pictures in the book together and talking softly. I was happy that the coast was clear for me. I asked them which of the pictures appealed to them best, while they were drinking juice. Though they appeared slightly embarrassed, both looked at me greedily. Sitting between them and moving my palms over their thighs up freely and boldly to test their mood,. The linen kurti had stuck to her body at some parts because of wetness.I noticed the lining of her black bra. She raised herself on her toes to keep her bag on the luggage rack above the seat. It revealed her milky smooth and fair love handles from the side. The bag was a bit big for the rack, so she was struggling with it.“Let me help”, I said and stood up.She was still on her toes holding the bag to the rack so as to not let it fall. She moved aside and I got hold of the bag. Our hands. Then she leans forward in her seat, searching the darkness. “I hope I can remember where I parked my car.”While she is looking, Adam asks, “What can you do about your father? I mean he has all the control on who stays or who gets fired.”“This is different,” she says.“How so?”Paula looks out the side window, quietly thinking. Adam keeps his eyes on the road, thinking about meeting Wyatt in the morning and dreading the worst.“Slow down,” the girl says. “I think my car is down that road.” Adam.