At the morning at 5 am my mosa ji got up and got ready and left the house. My mosi lock the door and slept again on the same position. After some time...i again started to press her boobs this time i tried to touch her lower body i felt that she was not wearing the gone and having only bra and petticoat. My hand reached at her bally and i started to feel her navel and then slide my hand inside her petticoat. The petticoat was very tight. I took the string of the petticoat and loosed the string. She looked around at the walls with it faded pictures of past glories and past stars that once frequent the establishment. She saw past owners shacking hands with the rich and the famous in the old black and white pictures. She couldn't help but laugh to herself when she saw the picture of Christopher up on the wall. She tried to remember what name he went by back in those days but couldn't bring the name out of the fog. He was so vain even after all these years. To drag her into one of his old. When I got home I greeted Asmedogh cordially but avoided contact with him, especially his sensitive tail. I had, I told him, a phone call I needed to make. I did, too, though the timing wasn't really all that urgent; I needed to let Sam, my agent, in on what was happening to my operatic life.He picked up his cell quickly and sounded genuinely pleased to hear from me. He'd noticed the review of my Turandot gig and congratulated me. He also told me he was working on what a few days ago I would. “And if anyone braces us on the trip to town, I’m sure Opal Anne will shoot them before I can ask what they want.”My brothers laughed at that, because they knew she would.“Hello the camp! KABOOM! Who’s there?” Rory said still laughing.“Let’s look at the path I want to cut and get started.”My brothers both nodded and stood.“You’ll have to come to Denver, for Christmas, you know,” Mick said.“I know. We will.”At the end of the first day we had marked out the path through the trees to the new.