It speeds up a bit, but not too much--this is real life.)When we got back, I dropped off my stuff at my place, and went to lab. Mostly to check e-mail...and flip through a few websites. As it turned out, I noticed that Liz had also come in--she worked in the lab adjoining mine--to pick up a few papers she needed to read, I found out later. So, it seemed only natural for me to stop in and say hi.We ended up staying and talking for hours. Not about anything of real consequence or the typical. Our houses were about a mile apart and we were as close as b*****r and s****r…..closer than most probably. Our schooling took 4 or 5 hours every day, then we had chores to do. We mostly did them together. We did have time for ourselves though….we had a nice spot by a small creek where we could relax in the shade and wade in the creek. It wasn’t deep enough to swim, but it was a great place to cool off. We usually stripped off our clothes so they would stay dry…thinking nothing of our nudity. . Suddenly, from Josella, “It’s a girl! Mishka, it’s a girl!” Then she called, “Don’t worry, Missy, it’s gonna be okay. We won’t hurt you,” and she dangerously stepped into sight.Mishka watched, fearful and fascinated, as his new partner ejected the magazine, jacked and caught her rifle’s cartridge, and strode up the road crossing the meadow and onto the porch. Seeing the gesture, the girl on the porch cleared her shotgun as well. Then the weapons were propped against the wall, and the two. I continued to look at her, while she was completely unaware of it.I have never been attracted to any other woman, except my wife, in the past. But today was something different. I was actually staring at Divya. I was staring at my own maid.Divya was wearing a dull white colored salwar and a greyish kameez. She had a yellow dupatta tied around her waist. Her hair was roughly tied in a messy manner and was kept fixed by a back colored hair clip.She wore red bangles on both her hands and a pair.