The colors were wonderful and detail was implied, but never implemented. You never had to sweat the small things. A painter had to worry about every s...roke. A sculptor, every cut of the blade. In glass, simplicity mattered. Errors were easily corrected and most problems could be avoided with adequate planning. The art lay in the choice of glass and how you laid the grain. Simple choices in my mind, more difficult for others. I got lost in the work that some would find tedious. Tinning the. I met him in the hallway in just my stockings, high heels and the sexy panty and bra set I picked out. He rushed down the hall, anticipation and desire burning in his eyes. As he got to me I kissed him hard and passionately. Then I stepped away from him and walked into our room. He quickly followed and was striping as he did. As he got into the room he stepped over to our bed, expecting to have some fun.“Oh no, you silly man. I have spent all day preparing for tonight, I am not going to ruin. I told you, I don’t have a conventional job. You’re a big girl, you should know that,” he said somewhere between scolding me and showing remorse. “It wouldn’t be Christmas without you,” I said. “Kait, please go home and if I can see you tonight, I will,” he said as he sat on the wooden chair. “You look so tired. Can I at least rub your shoulders then, please?” “I would rather see you home with your family and friends.” “Please let me rub your shoulders. I want to spend a little time with you,”. The events which made him marry her elder sister and how they all lived under one roof. Bipin told me his story which I am narrating below.Our honeymoon was over and Vaishali returned to Bhubaneswar with kids. I went to the bus stand to pick them up. On our way back Vaishali asked me if everything is ok between me and Rani. If I am happy with the marriage. I responded that I did this for her and her family because I love her a lot. I will do anything to ensure no hurt comes to her family. She.