In a couple of hours, the church-going crowds would be filling up the chairs and wolfing down the pancakes and syrup. I think the place lost money on ...he pancakes but it didn’t stop me from doing the same thing when the urge hit my hunger button. Their coffee was always hot and black just the way I liked it.There was a usual splattering of drunks and bums not making any trouble and looking in their empty pockets for the nickels that fed the coffee machine and got them the toast that they piled. Who this man was I didnʻt know, because he definitely was not my father. Before I could really dwell on that thought his free hand lightly danced across my collarbone before landing on my left breast. He teased it with his index finger and thumb, smiling as the nipple perked up in his palm. I hadnt worn a bra, the dress came with a built in one, and with my dad playing with my breast so easily I regretted my choice. At least a bra wouldve given me more time. More time to get away before he. Meri umar 24 saal hai. meri shaadi 1 saal pehle Barkha se hui thi. Hamari shaadi ek arrange marriage thi isliye mai aur Barkha ek dusre se acchi tarah se parichit nahi the. Kyunki mujhe shaadi ke turant baad Banglore jana tha apni job ke liye isliye hamari suhaagraat thodi der se mani.Shaadi ke karib 15 din baad maine Barkha ko Banglore bulwa liya. Jab mai use banglore airport par lene pahucha to mai use dekhta hi rah gaya wo black saari me bahut khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Hum dono car me baith. ” Laughing and blowing her a kiss he returned to his room, the coveted scrapbook in hand. That scrap book was a source of inspiration, the first thing he did with it was to scan it`s pages, page by page into his computer, that at least ensured the book from harm, as he would use the computer images for self-gratification, it was his way, the book confined to the top of the wardrobe till the next chance they would have together…next Wednesday…he dreamed of his aunt, for most of that night,.