Maine bola bhabhi muje koi problems nhi h agr apko nahi h to. Kuch der ese hi bat karne k bad ham ghar aa gaye.Abto mere dimag me bas bhabhi hi bhabhi...thi or wo din aa hi gaya jiska muje intejaar tha. Bhaiya ko job k chakkr me kanpur jana pada or aunty ko jagran me jana tha usi shaam. Raat 10 baje bhabhi ka phone aaya or muje ghar aana ko bola.Mai taiyar hoke ghar pahucha,bhabhi ne darwaja khola,us time wo ekdum call girl lag rhi thi cleavage dikhati hui deep neck wali sari,kamar dikhti hui.. I was driving home from work when a cloud of steam and water shot out, the garage man said "Head gasket", a thousand pounds to fix it, which did not have, no guarantee it would not happen again and it was only be worth seven hundred anyway.I needed that car for my job, my identity, my friends but Harry said "no", we could not afford it, yet he drove his big Ford to work less than a mile each day where he could have walked, my journey was nearer ten miles."You will just have to get something. Suddenly, I seized on an inspiration. "A romance novel!" I blurted, certain that he would not be interested in a Mills and Boon weepie.My heart plunged as he reached over my shoulder, fishing out the text. I was in too much shock, had too little control over the situation to prevent it. He began to read what I had written, every sordid little detail I had confessed. I felt naked, more exposed now than I had been after my assailant had stripped me of my clothes and my dignity."Bran-" I began.. My daughter was bitching at me for the umpteenth time and I knew that she was just ranting about my constant work schedule. She was almost 18 and it wasn’t possible to hide my work from my k**s anymore. Just a year prior, all 5 of my k**s had learned about my past and with all of the events that had occurred recently, they knew that their mother had returned to being an escort, like I was when I was younger. My husband explained our open minded acceptance of sex with others and even though they.