.well... your gift," he nervously continued and handed her the plastic bag containing the card and a box of chocolate truffles."You're a sweetie, than... you," Sasha replied as she gave him a reassuring little hug. "Come this way." As she walked towards the room, she glanced in the bag and thumbed the envelope. Sasha smiled "Well we're off to a good start. Better than I expected," she thought to herself.When he followed her down the hallway he glanced at the laundry piles and thought, "Just like. Oh well, as cute and affectionate as she was, I figured I would put up with it.I knew she wouldn’t be back for a good while and that gave me privacy for a little porn. I was turning seventy-five that summer but that hadn’t seemed to make me less horny. My wife of thirty-six years died two and half years ago after unsuccessful heart surgery. That was a rough experience but I finally overcame my grief, helped a lot by some of my former female colleagues who visited me in the last few months.I. After so many years, I knew the guys who rostered the crew very well — so a bit of flirty banter with Derek the department manager and I was scheduled onto the Bahrain flight. My plan was in place!As I had dressed for work that morning, I had taken ‘extra care’ — subtle but glamorous make-up and my hair twisted into a neat chignon. I had always loved the crew uniform, a very smart (if somewhat impractical) knee length, tight dark navy skirt, crisp white shirt, silk scarf and dark navy jacket.. The first month was normal.All the children have their bedrooms on the floor above and so Yashvi and Smita ma’am used to occupy her bedroom and I used to be in mine. My dad and uncle went out for work and mom aunty dada and dadi usually didnt take pains of climbing the stairs and coming up. So there was privacy.After about a month one day I decided to go to a friend’s place so I just informed Yashvi and went out but then I thought of driving there so I again went up to take the car keys. I went.