"Can I come in?" Sure," Ken responded without looking back. "Sorry to stick you with my clubs the other day. I'll pay the extra cost." No problem, the...'re in my trunk. Don't let me forget to give them to you before we leave today."Jack nodded but stayed silent."I'm so sorry, my friend. I wish I had some words of wisdom or could somehow make things better, but..." He just let his words hang in the air."Yeah, I know. Unfortunately there's nothing you or anyone else can do, Jack. I appreciate the. I held her in my arms but that was not enough to stop her flow. I told her, Mami I can do anything for you and Smriti. I owe you a lot. My entire life would be nothing.I really meant those words. Her reply shook me – “Then baba, promise me that you will marry Smriti when you get a job in the city. I don’t want her to be without a husband in future. And the reason your mama died, I might also have to give my life for the same reason. He had lot of loans from all the wrong guys in the village” I. ”My host smiled happily. “My granny’s own recipe”In between sips of tea and mouthfuls of shortbread, I enquired about the “1655” above the door. “Is the building really that old?”“Yes dear! The original walls go back that far. Of course, it has been altered and added to over the years, but yes, the building does date back to 1655.”We chatted for a while before Mrs Hamilton went to attend to the many chores associated with keeping a guest house. “Dinner is at 7 pm, if that is alright with you. For that he told ” then remove your saree and start oil massaging my body”.as there was no other go,my mom started to remove her pallu,I was really shocked on seeing this,she stood there still without her saree,the land lord told “you may get your petty coat oiled,so tie it high above and start massaging my legs”.my mom obliged him and tucked her petticoat high above her knees.I felt some strange feeling on the sight of my mom’s fleshy milky thighs.she poured some oil on her palm and started.