30. The time had flown by.“We ought to go I guess,” I said reluctantly, “I have to do some ironing before I can go to bed!”“And so do I,” ...aid Helene.We made our way out of the wine bar and made our way home. When we got to the road where my flat was, Helene said, “Is that the road you live down?”“Yes that's the one, but I will walk you home first.”“You don't really have to but thank you, that would be nice.” It seemed that I struck at least some of the right chords with Helene. We didn't hold. Hum sb ya batain ker k garam ho gai they main ne aunty ki tango ap hath pharna start ker dia aunty ko gudgudi hone lagi. Iffi ne b aunty k dood dbany start ker dia aunty humari taraf daikh k muskrane lage.Kuch dair yo he hum aunty k jism pa hath pharty rahe the k aunty b garam ho gai or humary luno pa hath pharne lagi hum dono ne apni apni pant ki zips khol d or lun aunty k hatho ma pakra dia ab aunty mazy se hamry luno kki muth mare lagi humary mo se aah aaaaaah aaaaaah oooo mmm aaaaaaam ki. When night began to draw in, one of the braver maids tried to creep in to lay a fire in the cold hearth, only to be ordered sharply out. It was deep in that shadow-soaked vigil when Sophie had first understood the bittersweet truth. Her soul was not her own but Cole’s. And Cole was married. She had wept until dawn. A loud snort pulled her from the past. ‘You ‘barely remember’ receiving a proposal of marriage from the eldest son of one of the wealthiest landowners in the county, a man feted. . stand up for a second.” She stood up immediately at attention again with her shoulders back and seemed to be breathing a bit heavily. “Have a seat.” I said gesturing to the far left cushion on the opposite side of the couch. She immediately sat exactly where I told her to and put her shoulders back again. Her face seemed a bit more flushed and she licked her lips almost seductively. Was she getting turned on by me telling her what to do?“Are you feeling ok, Kristin?” I asked.