Amelia cozies into me, her head settling into my chest. I’m feeling the mint julep now.“This feels quite nice,” she says.“Which part you like ...he most?” I ask.Amelia turns herself around and looks at me with stern eyes. “For such a nice guy, you’re a little bit of trouble.”“I’m innocent, I tells ya.” My best attempt at a Transatlantic accent, like the one in old movies. “Now you, kid, you’re the one who’s trouble. I must say, though, you’re quite the strudel. A strawberry strudel, at. She had gone to bathroom for bath. When she come out after bath she went to her room next to kitchen. I know that she never close her door fully. So I slowly push open door lightly. I got nice view of her wrapped only in towel. Her back was toward me so she don’t know I am looking her. I waited to see her open towel to and wear saree. I saw her full naked body from back side. Then she is slowly wearing each thing like panty, bra, petticoat, blouse and then slowly wrapping herself in saree. Then. He was a fair carpenter and it was his hobby so he had converted the place into a workshop, whitewashed the walls, fitted new lights, power sockets that sort of thing, and he built wooden items for sale, bird tables, chairs, both garden and indoor chairs, stools and cupboard`s . His latest creation stood in the centre of the workshop under the spot light, A table about 7 feet long, straps dangling at each corner and at the centre each side and two cushions one at the far end and one much higher. He heard everything, even the steps he made on the carpet, as being incredibly loud and waited for the inevitable sound of screaming and shouting.Instead, there was nothing, no television or radio, no sleeping or snoring, absolutely nothing and Mike stopped outside the bedroom door that was ajar. He could make out a sleeping body on the bed, wrapped up in the thick duvet and just a chink of light in the room. He twisted his body around the door, the cheap felt of the Santa costume rubbing.