Mujhe ghusa aaya or hum ghar jaane lage. Maine bike khadi ki or apne ghar jaane laga. To deepti boli plz rahul hamare ghar chalo mujhe bahut akela fee... ho raha hai. Plz tumhe hamari pichli dosti ki kasam. Or mai deepti k sath unke ghar chala gaya. Mai or deepti baith kar baate kar raha tha. Mai kaha deepti mai 2mhe abhi bhi utna pyar karta hu. Jitna pachpan me karta tha. Deepti muskari uthkar chalne lagi. Uski saadi ka paloo sofe k bich fas gaya. Or jaise vo mudi uske sinne palla gir gaya.. I introduced myself to aunty and said the purpose of traveling to Chennai.She also had a formal conversation with me and then we both din feel sleepy .So we started talking about our family and i came to know that she is a housewife and going to attend some function of relatives in Chennai.I asked about her husband for which she said that he was working abroad.As time passed by i was flirting with her and seems she liked it.Then and there i was having some small touches on her hand.On reaching. ‘I’m sorry, Ray, I think I passed out.’ ‘How do you feel now?’ ‘Oh, my stomach is much better now but my body is exhausted and achy. I’m just going to go back to sleep, okay? You’re not mad, are you?’ ‘Mad? Of course, not. I was worried about you. I have an idea. Why don’t you roll back onto your stomach and we’ll pretend that you’re in a spa. I’ll give you a massage and you can fall back to sleep. No sex today, my dear. Only strong hands on your body, smoothing out the aches. How’s that. After all, this very state gave a license to my father. My father loved to drive, even after consuming enough alcoholic beverages that he would be asked to leave the premises that he consumed them in. Of course, he would insist on driving home. My mother and I were occupants with him on too many of those occasions.However, I didn't think equating Sherry with my father would be fair. I actually liked Sherry, after all.June and I arrived at my apartment a few minutes after Sherry and Merry safely.