A day or two passed and although Cathy had appeared after a year he really didn’t think much about her. He had observed her state, her appearance an... her dress and he knew that something was wrong for she had always been well groomed and well dressed. He had just returned after shopping when his mobile rang. “Harry!” Came a strained voice. “It is Cathy I had a fall; could ... could you come to my place?” His answer was what she hoped for, for she knew of her circumstances and knew he would have. Maine kaha aapka number dedo to main aapko bata dunga to usne muje number diya. Maine number save kiya fir raat ko jab maine dekha ki vo whatsaap bhi use karti hai to maine unko hiii likhke msg kiya to thodi der baad unka msg aaya who r u? To maine apna name bataya or chatting start kiya . Tab pata chala ki vo married hai or unke husband out of india hai par vo kisi wajah se ja nahi payi hai.Khchh din hamari bate chalti fir hum close ho chuke the fir maine unko kaha ki mai apko kiss karna. Even I, worldly as I am, blinked at the sight ofso many bizarre feminine garments. There were racks of dresses,exotically styled. Literally hundreds of robes and nighties decorated thewalls. Lingerie and footwear of every description filled shelf aftershelf. And one corner featured some intriguing leather gear."Can I help you?"The lady who spoke was middle aged and quite good looking, with perfectlystyled hair and tasteful makeup. Her stylish pantsuit showed her figureto good advantage,. The effect on Kate was as if she had been touched there by a live wire. Every thought in her mind seemed to come to a sudden halt. She couldn't have been more surprised if Martin had just lunged for her, but she also couldn't have been more aroused if her own husband had placed his hand there, against the cum-soaked nylon of her skimpy panties. She stiffened in amazement and drew in a sharp, hissing breath, momentarily forgetting that Martin was sitting in the room with her as the dog's.