At their place also uncle used to force me to do so, or he would say humlog naraaz ho jayenge, most of the talking was normally done by uncle, with au...ty sometimes just saying something. Uncle used to travel to office and back by taxi as he was paid traveling allowance, he was hesitant in getting his driving license and was not keen on driving himself, so as a courtesy I had offered to drive them for shopping etc. so that he could also save on taxi fares thus anytime when required and if I was. The story which I am about to tell is a real incident I happen around a months ago thats November 2015, there was wedding in our family the wedding was of my aunts daughter!! It was the dj night when all things started when I saw her she was looking like princess as it was dj every girl will be dress like princess, I saw her she saw me we both gave smile to each other! Her name is neha!! Let me describe her her height is 5’8″ fair enough to make u fall for her, her figure is 30-28-30 pretty. . Or just the wedding band, leave your engagement ring on. Guys like that." What?" I rolled my eyes."I swear, if they think you're getting married, they're desperate to fuck you." Stacy giggled. "Well, they're desperate anyway, but you know what I mean." No, I don't." I shook my head. "I don't wanna know either. I'll leave my rings on." Suit yourself," she shrugged. "Did you wear them last night?" I didn't do anything last night," I said. "I was a good girl." Uh-huh." It was Stacy's turn to. “Fun?” I inquired. “I guess so, if you call changing the oil, fun.” Charlie spread her legs as wide as she could, knowing I would take note. “Stop that,” I told her. I could hear her giggle. “You’re no fun,” she remarked. I had her put the plug back in. I dumped five pints of new oil into her engine. “Can I come out?” she asked. “Bring the dirty oil with you,” I replied. Charlie rolled out from under the car and sat up on the dolly. The dirty oil pan sat next to her. A large brown spot.