Alan was waiting for me at a pre-arranged place not too far from his holiday villa. He looked good in a yellow t-shirt and khaki shorts. He had well-t...nned legs too, so he must have spent a lot of time in the sun. We exchanged pleasantries as he settled himself into my little red Peugeot 107 ( a present from hubby for keeping him happy).We talked easily like old friends. He told me he was really pleased to be out of their place. The atmosphere was not good after a bit of a bust-up between two. He'd seen her a few times at the Windmill. No doubt Mrs Van Damme would be sorry to lose her.Clegg felt a small pang of guilt as he tightened the cords. It was a shame that her public spiritedness in going out on fire watch should have placed her at risk from the likes of him. But at least the bombers had gone, he thought as he looked skywards for a moment. Her fire watching wouldn't be needed any more tonight.Clegg considered the girl as she lay limply on the dust and rubble strewn linoleum. And weak for that matter. That didn't change with time either. It seemed that I had drawn the short straw when it came to genetics. I could never blame my parents though, because they were both pretty athletic.Now being 19 and a drop-out, I had told myself that something had to change. So with a bit of determination and help from my dad, I built myself up kind of. I wasn't bulking, but I gained some girth. I went from a lanky kid with a lithe form to a half-assed athletic guy with a bit more. This was not uncommon because she and Raj had done it in the past when they preferred to spend the entire weekend just by themselves. Finally, everything was ready and Deepa went and took a bath. She discovered that she was both nervous and excited. She wore sexy black lace underwar. On top of that she wore a semi transparent white chiffon sari with a while sleeveless blouse that had a plunging neckline and back. She was putting final touches to the makeup when she heard Raj’s car pull up. Raj.