And let me tell you what we should do right now, stop somewhere near the bushes, I am horny!”—-“Ma’am you are getting wet, why don’t you wai... inside my hut?”“Who are you?” barked Anoosha.“My name is Vijay, I am a construction worker and I stay in a small hut beside the road over there,” he said pointing to his house with a wide smile.“I am sorry, but I don’t want to, please leave me alone,” said Anoosha thinking the worker to be a creep. Good riddance she thought as she saw him leaving towards. I thought about waving, but the bus was moving so I let it go. He sat me down again and handed me a dice. “Shake the dice onto the floor, he said whatever number comes up, that’s how many.” “How many what?” “Secret,” he said. Was it how many items of clothing to strip? How long to hold my skirt open? How many people I had to flash? I had no idea, but by then I was sure I’d like it. “You can back out if you want to,” he said. “It’s your choice.” Back out? Sitting there virtually naked on. She really liked shopping. She had trouble deciding between a pair of jeans or a miniskirt so I told her that I would buy them both for her. Hell I got of there for a lot less than a hundred dollars and made Tamara a very happy girl. She got her bikini too and it sure looked good on her when she came out to model it for me.In the car Tamara asked me if she could put her new clothes on. When I said yes she just started to pull her top up over her head. I stopped her before anyone saw us and told. Friday night was out in the garage trying to get a game plan on where to start when my wife came out there. She had on her long coat and a pair of black boots, that's all I could see. Oh and gloves. She sat down in one of my chairs I keep out there for bench racing and all in all bull shitting when us guys hang out. We spoke from time to time as most of the time I had my back to her while straighting up my work bench. She asked if I was going to be doing this all weekend. I said well what else.