”“I have thought about it,” Lorna said. “I’d love to have a child with you. And I’m afraid you are going to want to have children but I ca...’t give you any.” She cried softly.She explained about some female problems she’d had in the past and the operation that would prevent her from becoming pregnant again.Alex kissed her and held her tight until she calmed down. They talked in bed for two hours about adoption, about surrogate mothers, about whether Lorna really wanted a new baby in her late. She had many leotards and tights, and she wore different combinations of each. She sometimes would wear tight cotton shorts and a tube-top. The first time she wore it, I could see the sweat stains gather at her crotch. I had to leave the exercising and jack-off in the bathroom that time. Mom was worried, but I just claimed stomach cramps. She even wore a bikini once or twice.After three weeks, I figured out that the white leotard was her favorite, and by checking the hamper and smelling her. I know Isha’s boobs were small, so my boobs must be a gift for him.“I am sorry,” Anil said.“We should have gone by car. Hyderabad roads are getting worse day by day,” I said, acting innocent.“Don’t worry! I will go carefully,” he said.Keeping his word, Anil drove the remaining distance carefully without any sudden breaks. ‘Stupid, you are missing my boobs,’ I muttered to myself.***After the interview, my best friend’s husband took me to a restaurant for lunch.“Will you shift to Hyderabad if you. He had an irrational hatred of them all. He wished he could make them all pay for thinking they were too good for him. After several hours of shouting obscenities at the screen he decided to go to bed.That night, as he slept, he saw in his dreams a fiery portal. Out of the portal stepped a well dressed, attractive woman. "Hello John," she said, "I feel your hatred."John was confused. He didn't know this woman, or why she was talking to him. "I feed on your hatred. It makes me strong." She said,.