The shelving was a glass style with a mirrored back. I picked up a bottle and started to read the fine print, and then noticed that I was staring at t...e back of her legs from her butt to her shoes. Marisa was leaning on the table looking down at something, but my attention was drawn to her feet. Marisa had her weight on her left foot, and her right toes were pointed into the throat of the flat, I had a clear view of her sole.I heard two soft 'pafs' and I turned to look directly at what had made. Marisa’s face coloured as she recognized the pinkie remains inside the flat. "Does he usually leave them in your shoes?" I asked. "Funny, I didn’t feel that when I put it on this morning. Maybe my daughter wore that around in here, she’s the same size shoe as me. Oh well. She can clean it out." Marisa took the shoe from me and tossed it back on top of the shelf. "Rufus doesn’t discriminate, one time I came in here and found a lively little something trying to jump out of this pump," she. Maine dheere se apne lips unke lips pr rkhe. Pr wo hill gyi main drr gya aur jldi de apni charpayi pr aa gya. Unhe pta chl gya tha. K main unhe kiss kar rha tha. Tabhi to unhone kuch nai kaha.Aur so gyi. Agle din jab mujhe prha rhi tb unhone mujhse pucha k raat ko tum kya kar rhe the. Main drr gya kahi ghar pr na bta de. Fir maine thori himat karke kaha k aap mujhe boht ache lgte ho. Srry. To unhone kaha ok ab prho.Fir maine notice kiya k wo meri trf baar baar dekh k muskura rhi thi.. Main kuch. At that time there was no mutual interest. I moved from town and we lost track of each other. Years later I found him by chance in my new city: he too had moved to it and was already married. He had gained weight. But what made the encounter memorable was that just as he greeted me he looked at me in a penetrating way; I also felt something new in me for him: it was like a mysterious and sudden attraction between the two. We passed to each other our telephone numbers. He did not take long to.