"The little shit. You know I'm right about a guy not waiting for me like you wait for her." Depends on the guy." You," Robin had challenged. "What abo...t you?" Me?" Yeah, would you wait?" As she sauntered towards the couch, her kimono slipped. Robin circled around the back."For you? Sure."From behind the couch, she leaned over. "You're nice to say so." He felt the heat from her almost bare breasts against his neck. Had he turned his head, her large succulent breasts would have been in his face.. Fir ek din SundayKo karib 2 baje ke labbhag unka phone aaya ronit maine ha kaha for wo boli mai akruti bol rahi hu to uhone kaha mai abhi market mai hut um kaha ho to maine kaha mai ghar per hu to unhone kaha tum abhi a sakate ho milne ke liye to maine ha kar di aur mai fata fat tyar hokar ghar se nikala aur jaha unhone milne ke bola mai waha pahuncha to wow aha nahi thi to mughe thoda daut gaya ki kahi mughe bewkuf to nahi bana rahe mai ye soch hi raha tha to unka phone aaya ronit mai waha se. Bi, at the very least. There was certainly no way of denying the attraction I felt nor the sudden almost overwhelming desire to touch her. Maybe wrap my arms around her while she was sitting there, talking on the phone. Maybe even kiss her…The moment passed, or at least the intensity of it did, when she turned towards me, her gaze boring into me as if she could read my very thoughts and desires. Her lips curved suddenly into a smile. Not a very pleasant one, I might add, though it raised. Fifteen years had also passed since she answered her phone that eveningto hear"Er Hannah, this is Stephen Jeffreys. If you feel that what I'm aboutto ask you is unprofessional and inappropriate, please tell me straightaway and I will end the call and never contact you again. But wouldyou have dinner with me this weekend?"Ten years to the day had passed since Hannah became Mrs Jeffreys andfour years had passed since she became the adoptive mother to twoadorable twins from a Romanian orphanage.