”“She also enchanted this place,” Shelly said, looking around, “so that as long as someone leaves food for us, we can return for one more day...”“And,” Harold said as he stroked her arm, “for one more night.”“Yes,” she said with a light laugh, “there is that, too. But let’s eat first.”When they had finished the chicken, greens, and cornbread and washed it down with cool, clear, water, Harold opened the wine. “They’ve gone back to including a corkscrew,” he said as he pushed it into the top of. She told me that it was okay to have sex before marriage and taught me to use precautions during sex. Although she is modern but she is also traditional in many aspects. She never had an affair. At least I never knew or suspected one. She goes to temple daily, runs the household and takes care of me and my sisters. I am very close to her. Things changed when my father died. He was in the BSF (army). He died two years ago in a crossfire with Pakistan. My mother and father loved each other very. I said”It will take a long time reach our place in between we will not stop anywhere so place it on my lap you will feel better”she placed her leg on my lap. she was wearing white leggings and Red long tops. I couldn’t see anything as it is very dark inside. I placed my hand on her legs and started massaging her leg. she said don’t want it’s OK. Be quiet and sleep you will feel better. she said: “I am not feeling sleepy.So we started talking. she came close to me so others don’t get disturbed. I looked up at him with flushed cheeks. His lips curved into a soft smile, his fingers stroking my heated flesh. I was at a loss for words, but thought I should say something to him. I remained quiet, watching him move over me. His knees were bent on either side of me; I chewed on my lower lip, wondering what he had planned for me; for us. Either of his hands was flat on the bed to either side of my head. He was watching me, his left hand cupping my chin, his thumb rubbing against my trembling.