"Also, waiting a year gives us more time to plan." So, that's what you're leaning towards?" Peg asked them."Yup. We'll make a final decision after the...Olympics," Sophia told her."I'm just so glad it's actually going to happen," Peg smiled."You got that right!" Ellen chimed in.Sophia and Warren laughed. "We agree," Sophia said.Sophia suitemates in the Olympic village, Andrea and Liz, had gone out dancing, giving Sophia and Warren a couple of hours where they wouldn't be disturbing anyone. They. I told you that. Don't you remember?" Yeah I remember now. 'Just like my dad, ' you said. Very funny."She pulled the trunk from under her bed. It was dark brown, the same color as the walls, and had a lock on it. She fished a key out of her shirt that she had hanging by a chain around her neck. Very cute. The lock popped open and she lifted the lid. I saw an eight-by-ten portrait of myself sitting on top of the pile. It was an old picture. I'd given it to her almost two years before."You keep a. He picks you up as if you weigh nothing and carries youto the bench, sits down and places your struggling formacross his lap, one arm holding you down while the otherslides your short dress up and then your panties down. His hand caresses your ass lovingly before pulling backand crashing down. Stinging pain racing through yourcheek as the hand pulls back again, raining down blowafter blow. One moment passes, then two, then three.Your ass is bright red and you howl in pain as your assburns, but. She had by that time collected the vessels and placed them in the wash bucket. She had lifted her sari and petticoat and tucked it into her waist line.“Aao Bhabhi ab wait nahi kar sakta” I said as I opened my arms asking her to come into them. (Come sister-in-law, I can’t wait any longer)“Chal hut. Tu bulayega aur main aajaungi kya? Sabr kar. Sabr ka phal meetha hota hai”(Go away. Do you think you will call me and I will just come in. Have patience. Fruits of patience are sweeter)“8 saal se.