It was again what happened rather than a picture of the event. What I did not have was any memory of my emotional life with Ann or even of any moments...of affection. It puzzled me but I was confident such memories would return in time.It was dark by the time my thoughts drew to an end and I felt much better. There is something satisfying about watching the winter sun set and the growing coldness of the night outside repelled by the warmth of the flat. I stirred myself to make a sandwich for my. It was a beautiful photo and their mother explained it was their first communion, and asked if I would attend a “pati” that evening. I love to experience the real day-to-day life of where ever I travel, so I readily accepted. Their house was only a short walk from my hotel; so that evening, after dark, I walked down. It was a dark path, the jungle growth shielding the narrow dirt road and without starlight, I was guided only by the occasional flash from my small penlight. The batteries would. Until now you were watching them secretly.”I took his hand and placed it on my boob. He pressed it slightly. I gave a soft moan. He took the other hand and pressed my nipple softly and said, “Bahu, they are the best ones I have ever saw. I didn’t even dream that I will see and feel them one day”.I was getting horny, the rain had decreased. Kaka was about to pull my short down but I resisted and said, “Kaka, not here, get into the car.”I went and lied in the back seat. He came inside and got. It was exactly a week later and I pulled into the garage and immediately closed the garage door in case he was outside.I sighed with relief before I opened the door into the kitchen. He was sitting at the table drinking one of my husband's beers looking smug in his tight leather pants and vest. "I expected you fifteen minutes ago," he said."How did you get in?" My heart pounded in my chest."Oh I stole your house key. But you can have it back. I had a copy made." He got up and handed me the key..