So I asked again and saw her tears. I made her calm and asked whats the problem.Shalini: Pramod, you have seen me just in my inners while giving me a ...assage. I will tell a few personal issues I am facing.Pramod: Go ahead I am with you.S: My husband doesn’t love me anymore.P: Why doesn’t he love such a beautiful wife?S: I don’t know. After I gave birth to my son he lost interest in me.P: it’s quite common that they feel responsible to take care of the child and its future.S: But I too have some. I came to her and fastened the clasp and zipped them up. They started to fall off her hips and would drag the ground. I took a piece of rope and knelt down in front of her. I threaded it through the loops and tied it. I then rolled up one leg. She swiftly bent down and rolled up the other. Jan had taken another pair of pants and, watching me, figured out how to hold them up though they were looser on her fit body. I took a t-shirt from my bag and gave it to her. She started to tie it around her. Well, I knocked on the door and it opened in a second. A man was standing there. He looked like Mr. Williams, but older. I guess he was seventy-five or so. His face was wrinkled like a cotton dress thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he looked at me up and down. Really, Bobby, I was so disappointed. I was looking forward to some action with Mr. Williams and he sends me to an old folks home. But I smiled and tried to act happy.'I'm Charles Williams. Call me Horse. All my friends do.' the. " Easy for you to say Pinkers," Sam Verney chipped in, "But what about those of us with human size prongs not the bollocks of a prize bull." "Well that's hardly my problem is it?" I informed them and I tucked into my brunch while wondering if shepherds pie, fried eggs, bacon and tomato was an entirely wise choice for my meal.The noon came and with it my departure from the Southam Courtenay and its environs and for my return home, the more enobled having stayed with the Misses Fotheringay at.