I’am a housewife, my husband is working in the gulf and I stay with my inlaws. I went for a interview in the neighboring city as Iam thinking of doi...g a job.” Mathur, then came near me and handed over the glass and said, “Have it Madam, you will feel relaxed.” I took the glass from his hand and said, “ I have never had it before, Iam afraid.” Patil said, “We are there, don’t worry have it. It is body requirement in this cold and wet weather.” I then gulped it down in one go as I was not liking. I told her to pick up my blue shirt and black Jean from top of the bag and my undies in the side zip while coming downstairs(I didn’t wanna change my inners but I wanted her to touch my stuff). I spoke silently in a soft voice to make sure she doesn’t hear me through the door. I hung up and she went through my stuff and took my shirt and Jean. When she took my underwear( black jockey medium), she stretched it and smiled in a sexy way. She felt the smell by bringing it close to her nose. And. .. he's talking to it."Kurt, that's NOT an Ent. It's a Maple." Are you sure?" asked Kurt. "It looks pretty Entish to me." C'mon, guy. Mr. Ott is still watching. Vickie! Quit kissing my wife." Aw ... rats!" This from both the wife and Vickie. Sometimes the two of them talk like twins!Mr. Ott pulls up behind us ... but we keep walking. Two more blocks ... with a police escort.It's not a parade ... yet ... but, if we have more friends show up ... it'll pass for one.Finally! The park. Not that. Either that, or I would have sued you, and stripped you of every asset you possessed. No, Miss Jones, I am not here over legal matters. It is far more serious than that." Rowling took hold of Jones' head, and forcibly turned it to face her. Now they were looking directly into each other's eyes. Jones saw only anger in Rowling's eyes; Rowling saw fear in those of Vivian Jones, and much, much more."Yes, my Muggle friend. You were very careful to cover your tracks. I could never prove in a court.