“Hey. Are you really hung? I’ve only had this competition twice, but I’ve never lost. $50 is a fine bet with me. When can you come over? Discree... is perfect.” Now I had done it. What started as a curiosity had turned into something interesting, and crazy. What was I going to do? I thought about just deleting the email and going home. That is certainly what I should do. But for some reason I didn’t. I think it was the competitive side that got the best of me. Instead, I hit reply, and wrote, “I. I tried to press her on it but she told me I had better ask Aunt Carol about it herself someday. She was always a more stylish dresser but there was definitely a family resemblance when Mom took off her glasses. I had visited with her about five or six times while growing up and I'd never seen her in anything but a dress or skirt and high heels. I used to think she was a Barbie doll when I was little. "Hi Aunt Carol", I smiled. "Chris! Hi! Come on in. I'm so glad to see you.", she blurted. "Naw, this ain't what I need," she added. "What I need is some stiff cock--but gin helps."Caroline laughed."I thought it made you randier!" Yeah, that, too," Darleen sighed. "It's kind of hard, isn't it? Being a faithful wife and all, I mean. Sitting home alone all day, doing the fucking housework, washing the dishes and getting hotter and hotter until you have to frig off." Think we should get jobs?" Caroline asked."Naw. Oh, I don't know. I mean, I don't want a career or anything, I don't hold. He almost thought he hadn't heard it, but then there it was again.The man went to the door and pulled it open and there standing on his doorstep was Harsha Lalwani.The young maid shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "Good afternoon, sir," the girl said, "I'll be your maid during your stay here. I just wanted to check if there's anything you need."The young man looked around him and he grinned. "No," he told the young woman, "I think I have everything I need." Very well, sir," Harsha.