Ye story meri aur ek gorgeous bhabhi ki hai jo muje navratri me mili thi .Me 1st day ke liye tayar tha aur bombay ke famous garba ho rahe the waha ke ...asses liye the me aur mera dost andar jate hi mast mast maal dekjne ka maza a gaya.Chaniya choli me bhabhiya mast dikh rahi thi aur uski navel use aur beautiful bana rahi thi.Fir hum jake garba dekhne lage.Fir adha ghanta bit chuka aur meri nazar ek ladki par padi,darasal wo bhabhi thi lekin muje pata nahi chala kyunki wo bhabhi ki umar ki lag hi. Most of them had said they wouldn't go as faras Bluegate; they would camp in the pastures and wait to see how thecurse affected their wives and children in Fleecedale first."If we can keep this from spreading any further," I said, "it will bebad, but we can survive it. We all know each other and whatever bodieswe end up in when the curse has run its course, we can work things outsomehow about who's married to who and who owns what; just abouteverybody here knows the same few trades. But if. .. H ... How ... How ... How... ?"And the man without a mouth said: "Crikey, love. Take a breath! How how how WHAT?"I gulped and managed to inhale deeply. I forced myself to look up at him so that he could see that I didn't appreciate his sarcasm. "How are you talking?" I asked firmly."Ah. That. Sorry," he said. And he turned his face further to the right.Immediately, it all became apparent. I'd only been seeing half of his face. Most of what was supposed to be on a face was on the left half.. ”Charlotte’s face fell.“So you won’t be around for a while?”“Just for a couple of weeks. By which time, you’ll be on your summer holidays and maybe you can come and stay in Belfast for a few days?”Charlotte grinned.“It’s a deal.”She skipped out of the car and headed inside to change. She hung Fiona’s dress in her wardrobe, running her fingers over the lace as she remembered the afternoon in the graveyard. The memories of Fiona’s face between her legs caused Charlotte’s fingers to slide inside.