I just blurted it out after it popped into my head." I said inamazement."Huh!" He laughed.We sat again in silence as we passed by many large homes of ...heaffluent section of town."How... how have you been holding up?" he asked, breaking the silence."I don't know, I mean yesterday morning I'm a single and successfulyoung man and the by midday, I'm a 51 year old woman with more curvesthan a racetrack. For cryin' out loud, I look like Raquel Welch'slovechild." My voice remained calm, a 'matter of. 34,28,36 is her composition. I wold like to tell you that in Haryana ladies cover their face with a veil (Ghunghat). I took her to a restaurant outside the city and sat in a secluded corner. I asked for her choice. She frantically replied what ever you like and I ordered for tea and edibles (Sweets). Meanwhile I asked her to remove her veil. She told me hesitatingly that here some one known to her might recognise her and you can have a glance at it. I had glance at her face and found that she. We were about ten miles away from Wapakoneta when she turned to me."You've spent a lot of time and money on this case," she said."Uh huh," I replied."So ... how much do I owe you?"I drove on for another minute or so. I knew what I wanted in payment, but I couldn't ask for that. She'd call me a dirty old man, and probably slap the crap out of me."I guess maybe I could use a web site after all," I finally said.She hugged those damn skates to her chest and stared out the windshield again.About ten. She giggles into the kiss and informs me that her mother had to go for a business trip for the weekend, and since her event was in two days, she needed my help to drape the saree.I nodded, distracted by the ample amount of cleavage I was staring at, with her breasts pushed together against each other in her tight little blouse. She notices that I was ogling at her and punches my arm playfully.“One-track mind!”, she reprimands me as she holds my hand. She leads me to her bedroom upstairs and.