Music. It was always music with her. Whenever she was around there was an endless supply of music she could dance to. I looked forward to that part.Sh... was an ex, but not by my choice. A free spirit, that’s what she called herself. ‘I’m a free spirit babe, I can’t be tied down. You knew this when we started.’ Even now, five years after that horrible day, she sat here in my house, dancing in my favorite chair. The chair that we had constantly fought over. We fought when I brought it home. And why shouldn’t she be so proud? After all her husband of 18 years loved her just the way she was. The sex was great, and they still enjoyed the occasional evening in, together alone despite his tight work schedule. She had however been feeling a lot more lonely since her daughter went off to college. To fill the void, she pursued her one vice, if you could call it that. She was a superstitious woman. She read her horoscope daily and believed in the usual mumbo jumbo of folks being able to. Phir maine nahaya aur kurti leggi daali aur chai lekar uper gyi dono log baithe the main chai dekar lauti to bhiya bole ruko monika baitho maine bola thoda kaam hai bhaiya wo aadmi lagataar mujhe ghure ja raha tha wo unka koi purana frand tha uski umar bhi 40 ke aas paas thi .Main niche aayi aur apne ghar ka kaam kiya .Tabhi bhiya niche aaye aur bole yaar use sab pata chal gya hai ki hum log sex kiye hain aur usne camrecorder me sab dekh liya hai wo kah raha hai ki use tumhare saath sex karna. .but i had no ride , so i had to wait for a bus. When the bus arrived, it was packed with people... as it always was! So i had to sit next to a lady, who was way beautiful for her age. Her name was diane. She was about 40-42 years old if im correct. I sat beside her and began a conversation of how packed the bus was, she smiled at me.. all i could look at was her breast. They were almost bigger than the bag of groceries she was carrying! As i waited for the bus to stop, i asked where was she.