Ad main apko apni ek kahani batata hoonbaat us samay ki hai jab main gaon me rahkar wahan ke logo ke jivanke bare me kuchh jankariyan ekattha kane ke ...iye ek gaon me kuchh din raha tha.Ek din ghumta hua main khete ki taraf chala gaya.Wahin pas mein ek tota sa purana ma ek ashram bana hua hai pas hi ek nadi bahti hai.Jab maintahlte huye udhar pahuncha to dekha ek karib 14-15 sal ki ladki apne kuchh janwar chara raahi thi.Unme se ek bakra ek bakri ko chodne ka prayas karraha tha aur woh ladki. ” “Yes sir” I respond shyly. ************ A warm pale yellow glow greets me as I open the door to the bedroom. There are candles on the nightstands and dressers burning silently. Music is floating through the air and my night clothes are laying on the king sided four poster mahogany bed. I’m not sure a pair of white stockings, white lace panties, white gloves and a white silk scarf qualifies as nightwear but that’s what’s on the bed. It’s been an interesting evening so far so I guess it. I couldn't risk loosing your friendship by telling you my dreams and desires. You have almost all that I've wanted in a mate, but I know it wouldn't work out and it would be unfair to you to be with a man who is so much older than you."My mouth spewed forth everything so quickly I couldn't seem to stop it or even slow it down. "I could easily fall so much in love with you. You're smart, funny, we have many things in common, and you're so beautiful and sexy that I've had countless dreams of. I could tell you one, if you like? So you‘ll see that they‘re not so bad.”Herb almost agreed, but when opened his mouth all the spit dried up. Nice as she seemed, he had a feeling that Nancy Brookwood had a talent for ghost stories that he might be better off not sampling. To cover himself, he reached for a cookie. “But why are you doing all of this?” Herb’s wife said. “I live alone, Mrs. Beaser. I have a condition that makes it so that I can hardly bear to leave the house, and I get lonely..