.." Her voice was tentative, and again there was that pause. "Um. That thing you did earlier, in the kitchen. That thing with your tongue." Yees?" I r...plied, encouragingly but completely mystified."Would you do it again?" she asked, all in a rush.I stood up, astonished. Picking up my shirt, and donning it with automatic fingers I walked slowly around the girl who knelt there, motionless. She was frozen, as if uncertain whether I would hit her or kiss her."Stand up" I said softly, reassuring. The story I am sharing today happened some time ago when we were in lockdown. I was at home and my family went to our hometown to reduce the risk of living in a big city. I was working from home but did not want to go anywhere due to internet issues. Let us introduce the lead character of the story, who is my married neighbour. She is in her late 30s and her name is Kavya. She has medium built body and her big round boobs are to die for! Her family has been our neighbors for a few years.My hot. A few bills, a catalog, and a glossy postcard from Mrs. Hendricks, president of the Parent-Teacher Organization. Homely woman! I threw the mail on the passenger seat and drove straight to the quaint row of shops. I parked and jogged to the garden-level store. Instead of an antique store with a misspelled sign, the shop was a toy store. Where did the old woman's store go in just one day? I turned and walked down the block when I saw an old brownstone, the only brick building on the block, with. I felt a little rejected. I looked at the window, but I didn’t see anything but darkness. Every now and then we passed a lonely house, and the light shone softly among the fir trees, only to disappear just as quickly. I discretely turned my head to look at the young woman again. She was sitting very still and very quiet, as if she was a porcelain doll, but she was still crying. Big tears ran down her cheeks and down her neck. She swallowed, and the muscles moved under her skin. That was the.