"Of course dear. I'll be right back." The woman offered.We sat outside on the balcony. Except the balcony wrapped around the whole place, as this was ... corner apartment. I looked around and realized that because of the shape of the balcony and because of the overhang of the roof above us, no one could see us. We had privacy. Hmm.There were lounge chairs and a table with more chairs. This was some set up. I had my beer and they were drinking something stronger."Can I ask you a question?" Ask us. She was as deep as most women! Feeling her powerful heat enveloping my finger, I suddenly found myself with a hard-on. I pulled my finger out of her, abruptly ashamed of myself for no particular reason. "Sorry, girl, I was just curious," I muttered, half to myself. "We'll get you taken care of in a few weeks." I patted her on the head, then went to clean off my hand. The whole issue was off my mind by the time I rinsed off the soap.That night, I had a dream about my ex-wife, from our passionate. He spent a lot of time running his hands over the logs, and looking at construction techniques, where they were visible. I offered him a copy of the plans. He accepted with a pleased expression on his face.It was three miles to the main road from my house. Basically, I had a three mile long driveway. While I liked the privacy this afforded me, it was annoying when I had to go check the mail. The mailbox was located next to where my 'driveway' joined the county road. The mailbox was built to. Most of the time I used to sit by window side and lookout. It was a good pass time seeing all sorts of passerby. Next week I saw him come with few others who had brought a big board. A space above his shop was decorated. Morning Sudha brought news that they are starting a massage centre. They hung a board “Sharmishta massage centre”.I was surprised. Next day’s news paper carried a pamphlet with an advertisement of his massage centre. He had boasted of himself as an expert in body massage in.