She was dressed in Sari with a small ghhooghat on her head .I started calling her Bhabhiji, but Dennu told me she is younger to you and you can call h...r by name, with that her ghhooghat also went away and she became more frank with me. From the next day Deenu started went on a job searching spree. He used to go back early in the morning and come back late in the evening. In the meanwhile I was getting more and more time to interact with Shallu. She had a very attractive figure , fair complexion. It was almost filled with people, almost all women and there was a loudmurmur as Marases and I stumbled in. I trembled, despite myself. A talldark haired woman, dressed in ornate formal robes in a rich dark red incolor, was standing to the side. She exuded an air of power and aloofnessand was obviously the queen. Around her were some other women, all informal robes too, although not as elaborate as the queen. I took them tobe her advisors. There were only a few men and in obviously. “I want to be left alone.” He started wringing his hands, and then said: “Abby, I want to kiss you.” “I don’t think it’s funny to…” she stopped, then her lips parted to complete the sentence. Unable to curb his feelings, he kissed her passionately. Her eyes bulged and her good hand shot up to stop him. For a second, he thought that she was about to hit him. Her lips were stiff and unyielding, her face flushed. Then, slowly and unexpectedly, she responded to his kiss. Their tongues met with. ‘No, Georgina, they do not. It was a most unpleasant and sinful thing to do. I really don’t know why I did it.’‘But you did enjoy seeing her naked?’ Georgina asked, her tone a little harder. The Dutch woman dropped her eyes to the floor and clasped her hands across her lap. She nodded slowly, then answered the question, her voice low.‘I wanted to walk away, but something held me there. I am deeply distressed that such an urge came over me, Georgina. My husband and I are God-fearing people who.