)Me: Is wali malish mein bohut maza aata hai, ek baar kar ke dekho tab pata lagega (This was a different type of massage, you should try with me you w...ll really enjoy it.)Kavita: Maine kiya hai. (I have done it)Me: Kab, kiske saath? (With whom?)Kavita: Ek friend hai, Auntie ka bada beta – Ritesh, main Auntieji ke pados mein hi rahti hoon. (I have a friend. Actually, it’s Auntie’s elder son. I live near her house.)Me: Tum usse pyar karti ho? (Do you love him?)Kavita: Nahi, bas aise hi maze maze. I don't remember him being nasty about it, but at the time it didn't seem all that important. Carl and I carried on together for the rest of our time at college and we had a number of pot inspired photo sessions before we broke up, some of them very rude indeed.All was going great with my life, until my husband got a much-deserved promotion and we moved. His arrival to take over the small town branch was duly recorded in the local paper, along with our pictures; it was this article that alerted. No men today she made herself free today to relax and rejuvenate her self. She made some Ayurvedic preparations which her mother taught her to massage on her body and face. She used to do some home made beauty treatment in every Sundays but now it became difficult and she decides to do it on this Sunday. She rise up from the bed and walk to the bath room. She met Susan at the drawing room, reading news paper when she was coming back from the temple. Susan smiled and Sree Lakshmi wished her good. "You know Derek pretty well,what do you think?"Ray was still groping with all the possibilities, but finally hereplied, "I wouldn't be the least bit surprised."Chad was grasping at straws. He had to write something, so he went forthe thing that hurt the most - the truth. It might not exactly be whyhe "deserved" to be incontinent, but it was the best he could come upwith. And the painful truth was that he wanted to be incontinent justfor the humiliation of it. Something inside of him seemed.