” She didn’t walk towards me, more a sassy glide. She accepted the glass I held out to her then planted 2 kisses on my cheeks in a greeting” Tha...k you darling” and she stood back. Her heels and mine made us almost the same height .We just looked at each other for several minutes our smiles brighter than the ceiling lights.Aunty Bev took my hand and led me to the sofa and we sat together on the edge.“ Now then I am going to tell you some things about Aunty Bev, after you can ask me anything,. ” Rahul saysThey finished up eating. Rahul leaves for the work. As he leaves the house Priya enters back in the house. It's more of her habit staying away from him as much as possible.He thinks to himself “ I hope that God knows what is wrong with her. She just shows at hua doorstep one month after her father's death and announce to everyone that she is divorcing her husband. Doesn't gave any explanation if anyone pushes further she would say that she don't want to talk about it. Even her. The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin. I mean, except for her appearance, nothing would indicate that she comes from India. She is a brat, a potty-mouth Brit, and a woman who dresses like an American slut. The only times she wore a sexy sari was whenever we had role-play sex.Joe would pretend to be a hot Indian bhabhi. I would be the plumber/electrician/pizza delivery boy who would satisfy her. So whenever I saw Joe wearing a sari, I would get an instant erection. This got me into trouble one time, but that’s a story for some other.