White pillars streamed from the edge of the roof.He expected someone to be home. Cars moving on the gravel were easily heard from within the home. He ...ven waited in the car for a few moments, but no one came to greet him. He stepped into a warm wind under a clear sky, most of it azure save for the darker borders encroaching on the day.“In the name of Allah,” said Tariq as he entered the home.He faced a large room with a glossy wooden floor. Towards the East hung a large photograph of himself. Even in his sadness, Harrys hopes could not help but soar slightly as he gazed upon the visitor. Gabrielle was standing before him, her long golden dress hung loosely on her slender frame and seemed to flutter in a non-existent breeze. Her bright, blonde hair that was done up in a bun earlier, now hung in long flowing curls that framed her face nicely. She had twinkling blue eyes and a small, straight nose that had a few cute freckles. Her skin was perfect and unblemished and was naturally. She couldn't argue with what Lana said, but this was her dead brother's daughter! How could she take her as a lover and sex partner? Finally she just said, "We'll see honey, we'll see..."Lana smiled at her aunt's response. She knew she had won the argument. It might take a little more convincing, but in the end she was sure she would have her way!"Okay, Stacy, we can talk about it once we're in the city."She'd been washing the front of her body as they talked. Now she reached around behind her,. She was looking very good, in a pink churidar with golden flowers in it, brown bag and a white plastic cover with her uniform. She was too tired, because, last day she had theatre duty and there was an emergency surgery in evening. So Anitha left late and so she couldn’t sleep well also. I allowed her to lay in my bed and I prepared tea after that she became too tired and again lay in my bed. I sat in a chair near to her and started speaking casually, all the time she closed her eyes and talked.