"Oh Good Morning Mrs Green." "See your son's home. Hasn't he grown!" "Yes, he has rather. Sorry I cant stop; I'm rather late."As Margo Chiverton made ...er morning walk to the office she recalled receiving the letter that changed things so much between herself and Guy.6th April Dear Mrs ChivertonI do hope you will welcome this letter.Guy asked if I would let you know that he would like to take-up some work here at Brookfield.He's been worried over what you might think of the idea of him leaving. As she has said many times, she doesn't like girls "like that", but she likes me!We were laying there after devouring some delicious mexican food, sated, and a little sleepy. She stripped almost all the way down (I think she just had panties on), and snuggled up to me, head on my breast, my arm around her. She was doing her famous "starfish" impression by suctioning herself to my side and body.She began slowly and seductively touching me all over, which made me ticklish too. She complained. Zubair hails from a middle class family like mine. He is fair and of about 6 feet height and gym build. One day Zubair came home with some new clothes and he was in my room and trying the outfits. My mother was also there, wearing a blue saree and deep neck clutty blouse. She wears that to show her assets mainly. As Zubair was trying the clothes, her eyes were constantly staring him. She came near to him and said that he does not know how to wear a shirt. Zubair asked why, she said u don’t know. She walked me into a small room with a hospital bed, railing to keep the sick from falling out, remote control tethered by a cable, triangle handle to lift up, the whole shebang. A flat screen TV was on the wall. Plastic, but really well done, flowers in a vase on the bed side table. A red sharps container was screwed in near the door. The room was meticulously clean, so clean in fact that it had to be new. The wall paint was perhaps half year old. I took it all in carefully. So, this was it..