I had no reason not to believe her so I let it go.We sat there having coffee and talking. It was mostly about John and how he was spoiling us both. We...also talked about the new school she was about to attend. I asked her if she was scared?Michelle smile as she replied, “Hell no I will use my girlish charms on both the boys and girls,” as she proudly stuck out her chest.Michelle stood up to get us both more coffee. I had not noticed really till now. As to her age figure it out she was born in 77. Let me tell you what I will do. I will begin from a year after, then go back to the beginning and then proceed from where I left off. Got it? I suppose not. Let me explain…omigosh even I find it confusing.Best is, I start writing; you just sit back and try to make some sense out of it. Agreed?Good! Tighten your seat belt; we are ready to take off. Few years ago on a cold January afternoon Sarita and I were sitting in my room. She was checking her e-mail and I was glancing through a fashion. He nodded and told me to head to the barn where his son was loading the truck with produce to take into the city. I thanked him and made my way to the barn which was about half a kilometer behind the house. Approaching it, I saw a figure dressed in khaki pants and a checked cotton shirt carrying out crates to the truck outside. As I got closer, I felt a flash of desire rip through me. He was about 6'2 tall, tanned with longish dark hair that looked damp from sweat, and even fully clothed I. It turned out he was a businessman. When I asked Caroline about him, she just laughed and told me he had been out with some of the girls and was a 'bit kinky'. He was obviously interested in me though; when I went back over, he asked me if I would have a drink with him after my shift finished. I was thrilled, I rushed through the rest of my work and all the girls were giggling and teasing me about how I'd pulled big time. I'd come in that day in jeans and a sweatshirt, so I borrowed a.