15pm and rang the door bell. She opened the door and it was like a heaven. She was wearing a sleeveless black transparent saree with low cut blouse ex...osing her bulky cleavage. Hair was nice tied up and I can sense the smell of jasmine on her head. She welcomed me and I asked her if she is going out. She said am I that bad to invite you and go out. I went in and while she was walking back, her back is so pretty much exposed with just a string holding her blouse and she wore the saree below her. That was nice of her, and I was trying to cheer up.She told me all about her plans, and some of them sounded really good. For the other ones, I cautioned her about what could go wrong. Not that I was any genius, but I had learned a few things from the Iron Lady."How is Zia working out?" Good so far, but she is still on probation." Probation?" I asked."Yes, I hired her under the condition she had to prove her loyalty to you, me, and the company."I looked at her and sipped my Iced Tea, "Just how. . you too!" I typed back, and then added, "I would love to watch you again sometime." Ditto ... me too. I'm usually on here about this time every day," she then told me. "You?"I had to think about that. Steve had this class at this time three days a week, so with luck I could at least see her that often, and told her so. Making a date for the day after tomorrow, same time, same place, as it were, we signed off both promising to be here.After we did, I went back in and looked at her photos. I did my best to spend quality time with my kids all the years they were growing up. At times, they didn't understand why I wouldn't buy them the latest play station, or other games and toys. I explained to them that when they were with me, I wanted to spend time with them. They could play their games at their house.When my oldest turned sixteen, he asked me for a car for his birthday. Apparently, his mother told him they were too far in debt. I refused, telling him that just getting a car was.