This is my private moment. The water envelopes me and this is my fifteen minutes of peace in my own home where I can escape. No kids. Nothing. Just me... for a precious stolen moment. I look at my shower massager. Hmmm, thinking as I lean against the tiled wall lathering my body with the sponge in slow circular motions. My mind wanders thinking of Him and my eyes close as I picture so clearly the man touching me. The image of his arms pinning me against the wall, leaning over me with his low. Most women complain that men offer little help in the kitchen and household matters. Start by fucking them so well that they will eagerly help you get you out of there to the bedroom asap.Within another one and a half hours, we were ready with fried prawns and super chilled beers. We raised a toast as the Hilsa simmered in mustard paste and steam.Suvendu spoke, “To the historic day and many many happy returns of the day.“To endless returns of the day,” Joy added, “ And to the sexiest lady on. Her panties were small and pink. I felt an insane surge of jealousy as I watched her squirming under his big hands.Closing the door again silently, I waited until his car pulled away before walking out into the kitchen again. I yawned as if I'd just woken up."Hi, Shorty," I laughed, using my pet name for her. She turned cheerfully to greet me."You've just missed Frank. He's gone." I know," I said. "I saw you both kissing. You've got a lovely bum, Shorty." There's something I should tell you,. Do you think that might be what she meant, anyway?? Daddy left for thedialysis center again, but he said he would write you later. About the other thing you asked, Mars. It is just really hard to talkabout at all, Marsh. Because I don't feel like that any more at all. Butno, the scars aren't from something she did to me. But it wasn't just anoperation, but there was one. I did them, OK?But I didn't try to kill myself, Marsha. I promise, I promise. I wantedto live. See. It's all just real, real.