She was my “charity case” for lack of a better term. I thought that if I let her in, then maybe people wouldn’t think that I was such a cold hea...ted bitch. People thinking that way about me, just really bothered me a lot, for some reason. But, I didn’t mind being called the “Queen Bitch”, in fact I kind of liked it. It meant that I was the “It” girl. The number one girl, you know? I had my main sidekick, with Laura ... I mean, Mistress Laura. Adrian and Amy were part of my group, and though I. He alternated between strutting like a proud bull around his pregnant harem and a fussy mother hen trying to do everything he could for them, hardly allowing them to move let alone do anything around the house. Finally in a pique of hormone-induced rage she chased him out of the kitchen with a serving spoon threatening to put knots on his head if he kept bothering her."Our husband," she fumed to Debbie one morning over tea, "is becoming a pain in the ass." Yes," Debbie chuckled back, "but such. Kunki mere aur falak ke exams najdhikh hone ki wajha se classes thiktarhase nahi chal rahe they.isliye hum log apne gharme hi study karney lage they.hum dono ek dusre ke bagal me baith ke padai karne lage achanak falak ka naram hath meri kamar pe tuch hone laga toh mai disturb hune laga aur mai hot hone laga.aur usse puchne laga ke falak muje ek bath sach sach batawo tumhara koi boyfriend hai kya.usne jighakti huve awajh me kaha kun bhaijan aisa kun puch rahe ho aap achanak.to maine kaha kuch. Paul, I saw her often, yet she never seemed to make any acknowledgment about that Sunday afternoon. Occasionally she would give me a wink whenever she was in mine and Paul’s company, but nothing out of the way or inappropriate. Christmas time came. My wife and I took a week and went back home to Georgia. It was fun catching up with family and old friends. While in Georgia, I received a call from my office. My secretary and her long time boyfriend had surprisingly eloped on Christmas day and.