While caressing my little stud in her palm, aunty asked me-Aunty-Shankar, tell me one thing. What made you have the desire in you to be so close to me...Me-Aunty, to be very frank, since earlier whenever I saw you whether in my or at your home, I always felt a kind of weakness in me towards you. During childhood I asked this question to myself a lot that why I feel so weak to see aunty. More over there is a lot more beautiful lady in our village.But why only aunty came so close to my heart. But. "Anyway, I'm only telling you because you were there". He changed the subject, and we agreed before he hung up that we'd meet on Sunday and I'd help him with some work on the house he'd bought earlier in the year, a run-down old place 'with character' over in the bad part of Venice.By Sunday, though, I still felt bad. I'd kept a low profile on Saturday, taking a few aspirin and having a quiet day mostly spent on the couch watching the football. I had planned to go out to dinner with a couple of. ” “And they charged you extra?” Kelly asked. “Nah. Emily left housekeeping a twenty dollar tip on the sink with a slip of paper that just said, ‘I’m so sorry’.” “That’s rich,” Kelly remarked. “If I started writing those, my life would just be one unending string of apology notes. Someone could follow behind and make a book out of ‘em. Probably be a bestseller, too.” • • • This is… really happening, Stephanie thought, releasing an unsteady breath. Somehow, situation had led to. At that same moment I hear a gasping sound coming from inside the porch. I had purposely not looked in that direction in effort to be polite just incase someone was inside the house going about their morning business but the sound I heard had a sense of desperation to it and I had to turn and look.She’s sitting in a wicker chair with one of her legs over the arm of the chair and the other resting on a padded footstool. She’s wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe that is open exposing her breasts,.