"Mary continued to look through the pictures for a moment before handingthe album back to me. Then I saw her concerned face."How does this make you fe...l?" she asked.I sighed. "I was really surprised when I found it," I told her. "Butmost of those pictures happened on the best days of my life that I canremember while growing up. I think they are my best memories because Iwas dressed as Megan, even if I don't remember being dressed up. But I'mreally okay with it. I wrote an amazing song about my. I was getting aroused and my anger was soon turning into lust.“Sharam nahin aata kiya ?? Light off kar buddhu” I disengaged myself from her and ran across the room to put off the lights and latch the main door. In a swift movement I shed my lungi and my kurta and stood stark naked in the dim street light filtering through the windows.. My MIL had got up too and I helped her out of her kaftan. I put one arms around her wide waist and kissed her passionately on her lips.Her mouth was smelling of. “Hi Dad!” Honestly, you couldn’t make this stuff up. “Who’s this?” he queried innocently, flashing me a toned down version of the same smile that dazzled me before. I opened my mouth to respond, but his father cut me off. “Ben, this is Caitlin. Caitlin, my son Ben.” I tried to return the similarly downplayed smile whilst hiding my indignation at not being allowed to speak for myself, the level of which was matched only matched by my confusion. This is the famous Ben? What about the name I saw,. I went back inside to pack my bag for Los Angeles, said goodbye to my kids, and got into my BMW to drive to Jeri’s house to pick her up.She was waiting on the front porch of the Kenwood house where she lived with her parents. She had her bag and looked extremely nervous. I double-parked in front of the house and set my emergency blinkers before getting out. I walked up to the porch.“Ready?” I asked.“I guess,” she said, nervously.“Please let me have your bag and I’ll put it in the trunk.”She.