As a shot a second load, I heard someone descending the stairs.The following morning after breakfast, Isaac took me into town as promised. We acquired... two pairs of jeans, a pair of dungarees, four appropriate shirts, suitable boots, a proper belt, and four t-shirts. I also got a tour of the small town and met a few of the locals. Upon our return I finally met Dusty. He was about six-foot-one tall and had a lean lanky body. He was wearing a wife-beater t-shirt and jeans. There was no doubt that. Mai bhi unke bare me sochkar aksar muth maarta tha. Lekin mai unhe chaodna chata tha..December mai mere 12th exams ke baad mujhe ek mahine ki chutiya thi.. To mai ghar aa gya.. Lekin ghar pr saara din bore hone ki wajah se maa aur papa ne kaha ke tum apne chachi ke pass chale jayo..Kyunki unka beta yani ke mera cousin khub khelte the.To mai apna bag pack krke unke pass jalandhar chala gya. Chacha chachi mujhe dekhar bhut khush huye.. Mere chacha ji ek mnc compny me kaam krte the aur aksar hi. I made sure to walk so that my tits bounced and went towards the fire. Even some of the couple watched me. I knew some of them and they gave a great hey Sue, what’s up girl? and from the guys, “Damn lady, nice.” I thanked them all and one girl asked “So what is up, hubby not with you?” I told her “No, the asshole is home passed out on the couch. We fucked for a while then he could not take care of me.” One guy, strong and obviously well endowed stood up. Gone. In a flash, like that. She swallowed, lower lip quavering as she gritted her teeth. She wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve and fought back the tears. She couldn’t cry. She had a business to run. The same old tavern with the same old clientele. It just looked so much.. Grimmer without him.“Where the fuck is my coffee..” a voice rumbled, tired.She sniffed and quelled her upset, she would have time to grieve later. “Your coffee?..” she asked, turning to eye the unique figure, her mind.