Jealous, I watch them go. I want what they have, that comfortable closeness and communication without the need for conversation. Unity.The heavy glass...door swings shut once more, lulling the maelstrom and muffling the hubbub from the street beyond. The steady patter of the rain on tarmac and paving diminishes; the swoosh of tyres racing through the puddles becomes a dull drone, the unwelcome breeze is banished. Serenity is restored until the coffee maker to my right hisses into life, spitting. Ricky’s hands caressed my body as we kissed with ever-increasing ardor, our tongues slashing together as the passion mounted between us. He moved subtly on the sofa to where he was slightly on top of me, and I could feel his hardness gently burrowing into my crotch area. ‘God, Ricky, please,’ I panted. ‘I want you. Please, love me?’ He just smiled and whispered to me. ‘I want you too, Beth,’ he said. ‘You are so beautiful. You’re the woman I’ve dreamed about all my life.’ Then we kissed again,. ‘Where are you headed?’ He shouted to her. ‘Airport.’ She replied. ‘Same here. Do you want to share a cab?’ ‘That would be great!’ She exclaimed, seemingly surprised that he had offered. The cabbie showed his irritation at the delay by lowering the flag on his meter prematurely. The woman had a single Pullman, moving with surprising speed she was beside him in a matter of seconds. Settling in for the half hour ride to the airport they introduced themselves. ‘I’m Mike—Mike Carson.’. Sapna ka baad maina be bath leya jab wapis aee to sapna na face par creams ka paste laga kar bathee thee, or us na blue trouser or sleep less shirt pahan rakhee thee, mara man keya pakar loon sapna ka bara bara aamm magar majboor thee,After taking lape on her face she washed her face & mara bed par a kar late gee next to me. Or hum dono ka beech conversation shuru ho gee baton baton main maina sapna ko apni married or after that jo be huva bata deya ab sapna sa jab maina shade ka poocha to boli.