At midnight the three of us had a champagne toast and set off fireworks which he had brought as well. We went inside and had our sauerkraut and pork. ...ohn turned some music on then danced me around the kitchen. Michelle came over hugged and kissed us both. She thanked John for his wonderful gifts then told us she was beat and going to bed. John and I dance some more and went to bed ourselves. Where we brought in the new year with my style of a bang.John grabbed me as we entered our bedroom. He. “Thank you. That’s kind of you.” She looked right in my eye, kind of intense.”Anyway, I should get going. You-you enjoy that book.” She seemed kind of vulnerable.“Can I have your number before you go?” I asked.“Yes,” she said instantly and gave me her number.“Call me tomorrow. I still have some of that pasta. You should tell me how it is,” she said, walking away.I wasn’t sure, but I think I had successfully asked Megha aunty out. The next day I waited as long as I could and texted her at about. His gaze skims over my modest boobs and lands on my face. “Pity,” he says, treating me to a sleazy wink before turning back to his original target. “You can call me Mr Yan,” he tells her. “And what’s your name?” “Sun Dan,” she says croakily. She coughs and repeats her name in a clearer voice. Yan drops the end of his cigarette into a paper cup on the desk. There’s a brief hiss as the fire dies. “Do you have any dancing experience?” he asks. “Some.” “Well, experience isn’t essential. We’re more. As the suns rays start to brighten the cocoon of our tent, you stir and reach out to hold me. I snuggle in to spoon and bask in the safety and comfort of your embrace. A sense of rightness fills me. You nuzzle the back of my neck and kiss behind my ear. Your arms wrapped around me, hands resting on the mounds of my breasts. I reach back to touch your thigh and hold you closer to me.Ever so slowly, your wakefulness becomes apparent in every touch and caress. You press your warm body against my.