She had read my previous story and had enjoyed. She loved the entire story. In reply to her. I told thanks to her comment and asked her where she is f...om.Initially, she had not replied to me. Then told her name Keerthi and from Chittoor. But her husband is working in a Tirupathi in private firm. I was surprised by hearing the word Tirupathi. I thought to try my luck. I told her that I live in Tirupathi. She was shocked and did not reply for 2 days. I thought she may be tensed. I kept on. Dining room lights were off. Only light was from candles on the table. Rachel was sat at one end of the table waiting patiently. She wore the same black dress that she always did on their date nights. The dress that barely contained her luscious breasts. It stopped just past her ass showing her thighs while she sat. She had a pearl necklace on that once belonged to her grandmother and her hair was done up in a bun. Vlad had an instant erection. She smiled at Vlad and motioned for him to sit at. She pulled off the heavy, grey, woollen turban andshook loose her long blonde hair. She took off the heavy grey coat and thepouch that she wore diagonally across her chest shrugged off her waistcoat,unfastened the toggles of the coarse undershirt and pulled it off too. She wastired. It had been an exhausting five days. Now all she wanted to do was sleep.She looked down at herself. Her chest was bound with strips of cloth woundaround her body in an attempt to conceal her breasts. It had allowed. For some reason at first I couldn’t fathom that Susan had moved on, but she had. Bob had shown up, laid on the charm, and she was ready to leave. That was the first time I felt like crying. I did later. I went out to the shed where I kept the mowers and such, took a lawn chair, sure it was cold, but I sat down behind that shed, and I let em roll.It was a Friday. I went inside and told Susan I wanted to go fishing. I had the weekend, and considering the way business was running I might not get.