"Sarah and I are going to my room, we'll see you all later," I told them.Sarah said nothing, refusing to look at her mom and aunt. Liz smiled. I detec...ed envy in her emotions. I gave Catherine the whole conversation without pausing as I led a quiet Sarah past them, up the hill to the Lodge.The bed in my room was still made, since I had spent the night with Grace and Nicky. When I closed the door, the dam broke, the tears started, and shortly, the rest of the story."Three years ago, John was. Ye soch kar khud ko tassali dene laga. Phir kuch der hum idhar udhar ki baate karne lage. Baate karte karte maamiji dheere dheere sarak ke mere karib aa gayi. Kuch der baad unki baanhe mere sharir se takrane lagi. Mere sharir me jabardast sirhan daud gayi. Ab main unke jism ki khushbu mehsoos kar sakta tha. Maamiji ki aankhon me aaj mujhe hawas saaf nazar aa rahi thi. Par phir bhi kyoki ye sirf mera khayal tha, meri kuch karne ki himmat nahi hui. Par achaanak hi wo hua jo maine kabhi socha bhi. Arlene reached down to offer Ann a hand. "Come on. Let's go sack out for a couple of hours."They donned their coats at the hatch and told the Ship goodnight. When they reached the bottom of the ramp, they clasped hands, each girl with a smile on her face. As they hurried toward the Retreat, Ann began to giggle. Infectious, it caused Arlene to giggle as well. "I'm horny," the smaller wife declared. "Wonder if we could convince our husband to screw our brains out for an hour or so?" He's never. Bhabhi had impossibly dark, thick, glossy hair flowing to the middle of her back. She was petite, and I mean really petite, standing less than five feet and one in bare feet. Actually, I'm forever thankful my height came from dad who, at a sigh over six feet, used to tower over Bhabhi. Bhabhi, at thirty-one, had retained her shape thanks to a dedication to yoga. She wasn't body-conscious; it was fitness that drove her, a requirement for an active sports social life. With the exception of a.