I asked if I might speak to Melba. The voice said, "This is Melba's daughter Mindy. Who are you?" I gave her my name and told her that Melba and I wer... "very friendly" when we could be. She gasped, then said, "My God! You don't know that my mother died?" I was speechless for a moment or so as tears flowed down my cheeks. Then I asked when and how Melba died. Mindy said Melba died about three weeks ago from a sudden massive heart attack. It was difficult to maintain my composure and ask for more. I too took my hands and placed it close to her hands, with our fingers touching each other, soon I realized that our hands were now holding each other. We had our hands held together until we reached Trivandrum.After getting down at Trivandrum bus stand still our hands were holding each other. We walked like that to a hotel close by, all the way she seemed to look very happy the happiest that I have ever seen her. We took a double bed room we were looking so comfortable with each other that the. ’ ‘No actually, with Luke. That’s not a problem is it?’ ‘Yes it is a problem. I don’t want my daughter going around with any boy’s. She won’t be a little slag ok?’ Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn’t know why he always thought I was a slag. He knew I was crying because I always did when he said stuff like that to me. I managed to say fine through my tears and walk out. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I was in there for a while when there was a knocking on the door. I unlocked. Your taste, so uniquely you, slowly mixes with mine as our tongue duel and that carefully restraint possessiveness in me, so uncivilised and still so undeniable eases. I love you spread on the satin bed sheets, their cold silky-smooth sensation an erotic contrast to the warm velvet of your skin. Under my hand I feel the tenseness of the smallest muscles as they glide over your body, seeking its warmth and softness. With every touch, every taste I can feel their relaxation, their reaction to my.