And mangla use to work at my mom’s house for a long time.One day I saw mangla by road walking to her home. I stopped her and asked her to help me in...my house work which she quickly agreed with me and there was a smile on her or like happiness in her that I asked her. Then I told her to come now she sat on my bike and told me to take her to my house and told she will visit the house now and start the work from tomorrow onward. I showed her the house and dropped her back to her home and waited. “You see, do you not, my orders state I am to report to the Adjutant General’s office no later than the twenty first of December?”I grabbed him by his tunic collar and pulled his face against the calendar on his desk. “Would you mind telling me todays date, Major?”“The twentieth of December.” His voice was strained by my grip on his collar.“You know, Major, I am deliberating between whether to slap your face before or after resigning my commission. If I struck you before resigning then you. I know you have big plans, and I don’t want to throw any wrenches in them. I’m not here to trade on favors or play on any debts you might feel. I’m just asking ... as a friend.”She was quiet for a few more beats, before smiling, “My God, John, we’ll make a politician of you yet.”“Like hell,” he said, smiling back.“I can’t make any promises.”“I’m not asking for any. If you can’t get me in, I’ll find him on my own. It won’t be the first time I’ve had to do it. All I’m asking is for you to. I can’t let him see me blushing, I’ve got to be smooth… I intend to put on quite a show tonight. He chuckles when I gently bounce my bosom against his cheeks. I let him drink in my sweet perfume. I feel his fingers circling my waist, pulling me so close that I can feel his warm breath against my neck. His kisses are like quicksilver, difficult to contain, I tilt my head to one side, giving him freer access. I press my fingers into the softness of his hair and breathe him in, crowning him with.