I'd held Burt's hand in mine most of the time since we came into the house, feeling like a newlywed exploring her first apartment. I have to admit, I ...iked what they'd done to the place. It felt like home, even though I could point out countless things that had been changed.When Rosa came upstairs to tell us that dinner was ready, we followed her down the hallway to the stairs. Seeing her walk down the hallway in front of us, what came to mind was that Burt was going to enjoy making her. I was typing what I am gonna do next when a text from her came. “My hubby woke up from his sleep. We will continue this tomorrow.”“I want to continue it in person. Let’s meet at my friend’s place.”Immediately reply came from her, “Ok.”The next day I went to Mumbai from Pune on my bike to her flat after 10’o clock. Her husband has gone to the office and her kid to play school. She opened the door wearing same nightdress with a red colour bra. She looked at me from top to bottom and gave me a. Brooke and I had just returned from the grocery store, having bought everything possibly necessary for a Fourth of July bash. Chips, pretzels (yes, pretzels), sodas, and even a few drinks. My parents still knew that Rachel and I didn't drink, but that we needed it for everyone else who would be there. So they agreed to let us supply a little bit.We bought streamers, little flags, fun table cloths for the tables around the pool where we would be putting the food or whatever. It was going to look. She showered quickly. Then, in her bathrobe, she put up her hair—it looked different without the bangs, but still very nice—and did her make-up and put on her earrings. When she was ready she went to her closet and retrieved the beautiful bra and panties he’d given her. Being a little more fastidious than Peter she had cleaned them afterwards, though she hadn’t worn them since that night.She had, however, taken them out sometimes just to look at and remember. More than once she had arranged.