So the next day, on the occasion of Bhai dooj, when my house was flooded with relatives, Khushi called me at her house. “Okay, I will not tell anyth...ng to anyone and I am really sorry for the slap but please delete the video.” her mother said to me. “Khushi can you tell me where is the ball?” I asked with the sinister smile.Khushi: What? ball?Me: Well it’s in my court!Her mother got confused. “Don’t worry, I will not show this video to your father and to anyone, also I will delete it but I want. As Ellie relaxed, I began to knead my fingers up into her hairline, as her hair was down, and laying softly across the backs of my hands. Ever so slowly, I began to move my hands down her neck, massaging the tops and then the edges of her shoulders. When I met with no complaints or resistance, I started massaging the muscles along the front of her shoulders, just below her collarbone, and then let my massaging turn to caressing as my hands dipped lower. I softly stroked the tops of breasts,. ”“Well then. It’s a pleasure meeting you, Brandon.”We gave each other another polite shake of hands before Paulina headed over to the house. As I watched Paulina’s retreating frame, my eyes casually ventured down along the length of her curvaceous body. She almost looked as good as Charlotte but a whole lot taller. She could certainly pass for a model and looking at the defined sway of her hips, she could very well be one.After a while, Melissa came by with a bunch of children chasing behind. While I cooked and baked, the economy hit a downbeat. Many neighborhood fellow lemmings crashed on economic rocks. Although threatened, we were spared. We skied, canoed and camped, family-style, with me all the way in, kids oblivious of our surrounding economic peril as the economy spiraled precipitously downward. Our home purchase price was soon much less than its revised market value, an unexpected new experience.Most of our new friends and neighbors went to church on Sundays. We no longer.