His first wife had divorced him and taken his children with her. His visitations were reduced because she moved several hundred miles away to be with...her medical doctor husband. He also was part of a group that owned a company that had a string of MRI’s. Let me translate that for you, ‘biga bucks.’ I guess she moved up too. I don’t know, Dave seemed like a nice guy. Must have just been the fire tucking (what starts with F and ends with UCK?) money. He wanted to know if he got some dirt bikes,. 45 ho rahi thi vo apna kamij uncha kar rahi thi kamij uncha kar ke vo apni nabhi pe kuch kar rahi thi kyu ki muje itna saf dikh nai rhaa tha bad main aunty ne apni salwar ka nada khol diaa or ek hath andar dal diya or aankhe band kar li thi I think dire dire apni chut ko sahla rahi thi unhone ek hath bahar nikal kar ungli ko sungne lagi mere lund bahot thigh ho gaya tha mere side me bade thaal pade hue the kyuki vo ek store room tha so aunty ne apni kamij puri upar kar li thi unki 38b bra dikh. "Grinning he saluted and said, "Yes ma'am, nine thirty it is," as hishand went back down he stroked my cheek, then gently kissed my lips, Islid my free arm around his neck and returned the kiss. After areasonable time the concierge gave a discreet cough and we parted, hestroked my cheek again and whispered, "thanks for the best night I'vehad in London", I smiled fondly at him and whispered, "my pleasure - ohand don't forget to tip the concierge see you tomorrow."On the drive home I was grinning. I have no one to whisper to. I have lost again and look away with eyes full of remorse and hurt and that glint of fear. Fear of the pain? No…more accurately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard and round and promising, feeling that pulse of life within, wishing I could look like this forever and have someone to whisper to. And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake…pain.