My fingersfumbled with the button and zipper on my dark slacks. In my heart I alreadyknew what it was I felt burrowing inside me but I needed to see i... tobelieve it was actually happening. Every second that passed I felt strangerand stranger, I felt like I was becoming less myself and more... somebodyelse. Finally I sprung the zipper and pulled wide the elastic band of myunderwear. A silent scream spilled from my wide 'O' mouth. Everything wasgone. Everything. There was nothing but... but, well. It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal abuse of some kind? I didn't know and was too drowsy to think too much about it.I forgot, clearly, that you aren't supposed to mix Ambien and alcohol. The rules are clear on that. But I was headed straight to bed, so it didn't matter, right? I distinctly remember rolling my commuting jeans and underwear off as one unit, like a dirty rubber band, and slipping into a pair of cotton panties and a camisole top.. Aunty ka size 36-30-38 hai .Toh mai story me aata hun ye baat kuch 1 mahine pehle ki hai mai aunty ke ghar gaya tha kyunki unka pc hang hone laga toh unhone meri mom ko bola mujhe bhejne ke liye aur phir mom ne mujhse bola toh maine haan kar di aur 11am pe ghar se nikal gaya aur mujhe pata tha ki aunty ke nahane ka waqt hai toh mai jaldi se unke ghar gaya aur key hole se jhankne laga to mujhe aunty nahi dikh rahi toh main bahut wait karne ke baad bell bajane jaa rahaTabhi aunty doosre room se. Georgina pulls me over and tells me how happy she is about our success. She turns me around and introduces me to a colleague I may have not met before and who is a great laugh and very clever. Her name is Brigitte and I must meet her she says because she is such a darling. Of course she is. She is the woman who made a fool of me in the first meeting. I give her my best passive aggressive frozen smile and a firm hand shake that tells her: this is my turf – don't you dare ruining our show this.