As I tied off in my slip, I could barely hear Madonna. I was safe. Or so I thought. +++++ As it turned out, I was now downwind and in the flight-path ...f a new, rather upscale French bistro. Nice Mediterranean terrace, nice menu, nice tables on a nice stone patio overlooking my nice slip in the nice marina, nice big umbrellas shaded the patio on sunny days while really nice candlelight cast cool shadows on everything at night, an undoubtedly nice string quartet played sumptuously nice music. Me : pehchanaSonali : nhi but aj dkha to thaMe : hm yha pe 1 week phle hi transfer hue h m ussi gali me hi rhta huS: acha kbhi dikhe to ni itne din seMe : ab dikhta rhungaS : okFr mne usse thodi baatein krni shuru ki ki vo kon se skl m h and usne bhi mujhse pucha ki kya krte ho kon se clg m ho . Usk baad mne usse friend ship k liye pucha to usne ha kr di and mujhe apna whatsapp no. De dia .Thode din ki random talks k bd hm gali m milne lge .Mne uske bf k baare m pucha to mujhe pta chla ki vo. "I feel okay, but I can't remember how I got here." "You were here when I came in." That wasn't particularly helpful, but it wasn't her fault. I looked back at her, this time paying more attention. She was maybe seven or eight, cute in the way most little girls are but more so. She was wearing a pink satin dress that somehow seemed out of place in the austere surroundings of the waiting room, Mary Jane's, her long brunette hair in ponytails. There was something about her, for some reason I felt. I bent down and began licking her nipples in circles and sucking them, mauling her titties hard. I sucked her nipples a lot, and she begged me to leave her, saying she was getting late, and people would suspect something was wrong. As she dressed up to leave, I stuffed a 100 rupee note inside her blouse, and she went away smiling. The next morning, a Saturday, she came home early at about 7 am. My children were sleeping, and my wife had just gone for her annual thyroid check. I opened the door.