The van reversed in and Des closed up, unlocking a dusty old cabinet, fetching a square medium size Tupperware box out of it and placing that on a bal... of straw. Alf parked and got out, glancing around - nothing had been disturbed since their last visit two months back.“If he came up now, dad’d never see any changes since he packed in farming,” Alf chuckled.“That’s ‘cos it ain’t been changed has it?” snickered Des, helping Arif climb out carefully guiding little Trish.“Right guys put these on,”. Then, a gel and my hair was pulled tightly back, combed and re-combeduntil it was perfectly smooth. I couldn't see a thing. But it's allthey talked about. A clip caught my hair very securely and then a longform was rolled into my hair from the bottom up and under. The endswere bent down and pinned. I could only guess that they had created ahuge, towering bun at the back of my head, sticking straight up. Eewww!That would look so dated.It was going to be a wet set, so I would be sitting there for. Tastefully applied nailpolish on her toes and hands made her look absolutely ravishing.Shekhar did arrive at around 11 at night. He had to attend a party with some colleagues and did not appear to be in the best mood. However seeing his wife in such a lovely attire did lift his spirits a little. He went to the bathroom for a shower and by the time he returned, Anita had slid between the cold and crisp white sheets in anticipation of what should have followed.Just as Shekhar was easing himself. Luckily for Nikki's conscience and her boyfriend, my boss one day on the job blindsided me with some interesting inside information... "So Dean. You know Claire really likes you, right?" Claire? Claire! Ah yes, I know Claire. 5"2 brunette with the petite frame. Yes I do know her, and at that very second I wanted to know more about her. As one of my co-workers eloquently explained, "If Janie (half-Asian) is an 11 out of 10, Claire is a perfect ten." Regardless, Claire was a little hottie. My.