" Okay then Stan, I'll see you on Monday night. With Anne. I look forward to meeting her!" Belinda rang off with the faintest of quiet laughter.On Sun...ay morning Stan once again took himself off into town in search of a late breakfast. This time he went straight to Iorio's.He walked in, nodded at the man behind the counter, said "Hello!" and sat on one of the tall bar stools there. The guy, who Stan assumed was the proprietor, said "Hi. You were here this time last week, weren't you? My name's. All through the journey up to Trissur she was sitting beside me gave me a real hard on but in vane again , I still could not express my feelings .Later she got down at Trissur and I carried on with my journey.Then the phone calls became very frequent and luckily for me after 4 months I was deputed to Kochi as my company was starting up a new branch there. In the mean time Vinod , Mridulla and Mridullas mother shifted to Cochin. Mridullas mother shifted along with them to take care of their. Stuff....tonight." I told him with a knowing smile. "I always do!" he said with a laugh and then he turned and left. My face was flushed. I could feel my neck turn pinkish red like it always does when I'm excited. Sexually excited, that is. My husband always made fun of me when I got like that. I just couldn't hide it. "Pink neck equals wet pussy," he would tell me. Now I needed to calm down before my daughter or husband came inside and questioned why my neck was all pink. I put a wet dishcloth. Of course, Cat was no Trina, but to be fair, no one was.Except for Trina.Trina felt lucky that she was Trina, because if she was someone else, she'd have to worship Trina from afar. It was one of the perks of being Trina that you got to be Trina. Not that Cat's body wasn't nice. It was just terrible compared to Trina. But Trina was compassionate... when not compared to her body, Cat's body was quite lovely. Petite, would be the word to best describe her. Trina thought the word suited her, it.