Didi ko dakhta huva bole didi tum ho bohat sundar. Hain vo to mai hoon magar achanak mai kahan sa yaad a gee, kaya huva hai tujha? Pata nahi, plz aik ...aar kiss karo gee. Hain fir didi na mujha jaldee sa cheek par kiss kar dee, ya wali nahi jo mujha ap kartee ho akala main vo wali plz, nahi vo wali ghar ja kar. Nahi abhi nahi abhi plz plz.Isee beech, mujha zor zor ki didi ki awazain aee, uth ja chotu mom dad nashta par intazar kar raha hayin, maree ankh khulee to samna didi normal kaproon main. So that Saturday morning questioning whether I should be pleasing this grumpy old man I got the train to his and called him up as he requested. He was a tad less grumpy and asked what I can see outside station to which he then directed me to his flat which wasn’t far, I was getting nervous when I could see his old 2 storey block of flats there was no buzzer just a stairwell anyone could walk up his flat was the end on top floor, I knocked gently not knowing what to expect, and then he opened. Her ankles were kind of skinny and feminine though, more like a normal girl than the rest of her lower body, and her feet were tiny just like her hands. How could she carry all those muscles on those little feet?And was it just me or was she bigger? On Monday, I wondered how she could fill up a sweatsuit with her muscles, but today I was wondering how she could fit all that bulk inside her clothes.“Let me tie my hair up,” Becky said, taking the scrunchy from her wrist. Then, as Doctor Allen’s. Allison turned up in her blue Falcon. She looked stunning, dressed in a dark blue suit over a white blouse and with high heal navy shoes. The suit skirt came down just above her knees and she had dark shear stockings on. “Hi,” said Allison. “I tried to call you last month when I came into town, but could not catch you.” “Oh! I’m around most evenings, from about 5:30 p.m.” “I can’t phone in the evenings, we need to sort our way around that one. Aren’t you going to invite me in?” I realised I was.