I had to see for myself if such a place existed. There had been a few other women of my type there, sitting at the bar, drinking mixed drinks and wine...spritzers, and talking to everyone but each other.It was one of the first spots I'd found in my searching where I was actually comfortable going inside. I'd spent less than ten minutes in the Clit Club before making a run for it. I hadn't even gone inside Meow Mix, surrounded as it was by pretty college girls dressed like they could have been. I am the only child to my parents and we stay with our grandparents. My mom, 40, well-educated was working in an MNC as Manager till 2015. She then resigned as my grandma got sick. My mom is stylish and hot. She would look modern lady for anyone who looks from outside. Yet, she is quite jovial in nature. She has got a well-maintained body. And perfect D-shaped boobs. No one would say she is 40. Usually she wear normal sarees and salwars too office but now a days she wore backless saree’s. I decided the other night after we talked but I wanted to sit on it for a day or two and see if there were second thoughts. There haven't been, not any that matter."I felt a giddy rush. "Sweetheart, I can't begin to tell you how happy I am." Me, too, Jackie. Can we do it soon? I've missed you so bad, and I can't wait to see you. Can we do it today? I'm ready. I can be." Not quite that quick, honey," I told her. I did a mental calculation. Today was Thursday. "Sunday." The weekend was best. Lishaka squealed, a sound somewhere between dire straits and utter bliss, and then there was a violent sensation of movement, akin to a leaf in a hurricane. It was chaotic, nauseating and ended with an abrupt fall from nearly eight feet.Rhys peeled himself off the ground, brushing wet leaves and clumps of earth off his cloak. It drizzled, the skies overhead hung so low, he could practically touch them. To his horror, he was alone. No Lishaka, no Hilgrun. Just trees and dirt and mud. He turned.