"You don't really want to sleep here overnight, Nelson. Even if I gave you a discount for just sleeping." He sat up, confused. Underneath the light...sheet, he was naked but clean. Thoroughly clean - not a single sticky reminder of the night's - activities. When he turned his baffled face to Miri, her voice was apologetic. "I hope you don't mind, dear, you were kind of out of it so I just went ahead and gave you a sponge bath." Nelson stammered, fractured memories and sensations turning his. Hamari sari family cuzy park ghomnay gaee main bhee gaya tha sirf meray father nahi gayee thay. Wo business kay kisi kam say mulk say bahir thay. Ham sab khel raha thay main meri mom meri chachi chacha cousins. Meri chachi slide main bethnay say darti hain or meri mom ko bhot slide ka shok hay meri mom nain meri chachi ko bhot force kiya mager wo nahi mani. Mujhay bhee slide ka bhot shok tha ham log aksar train bana kar slide khaya kartay thay. Meri mom ki age 42 years hay, size 40-38-42 hoga.. Gen cleared her throat, making an unnecessary show of it in-between apologising down the phone, just to buy herself some time on what to say. ‘I’m sorry’ she said. ‘It’s okay’, came the woman’s soft re-assuring voice on the other end of the phone. ‘You were on the number 18 last night?’ ‘Yes. There was a young couple there last night getting rather… frisky, shall we say…’ ‘Oh yes?’ the woman’s voice piped up, her interest obviously piqued. ‘What happened?’ So Gen recounted the story, as best. Tracy Copperton admired herself, then set down the brush, snapped her bra in place and pulled her thong up over her shapely legs and thighs. Her body was what she felt proudest of, her three a week workouts at a local spa, she felt, worth the effort. Her eyes were a brilliant green, hair brunette, her face a bit too angular to be called beautiful. But all things considered, she was attractive and knew it.Perhaps that was one reason why she attracted men (and lovers) like flies. She had married.