But I could have sworn you almost drowned that first day in the pool — and that was only sixty days ago.”“I did,” she said with a grin. “Alm...st drown, that is.”“But how... ? Why... ?”She dropped her eyes and whispered, “So you’d like me. And ... and ... and if God blesses me above all women by allowing me to carry your babies, I know you want them to be like you: handsome, strong, brilliant ... I ... I ... I don’t want them to be ashamed of their mother.”Then she raised her eyes, looked at him. It was Monday and she was finishing up the payroll. I was at my desk signing checks, paying for the booze I sold in my bar, and paying for a bunch of other things that make it more profitable to work for someone else. I called my place 'Casablanca' and sometimes even thought of myself as 'Rick', the bar owner played by Humphrey Bogart in the classic movie of the same name.Every time I signed checks I wondered if I had done the right thing five years ago. I had been thirty-five when I decided to. I didn’t wait long as Mina aunty soon entered, turned her back to the window, slipped off her Kurta & salwaarrobe to reveal a perfect heart shaped ass wrapped in shear white panties. She turned around toward the shower and I got a good view of her full round breasts encased in a shear white lace bra. Man, did she look hot as she stood there in her undies adjusting the water for her shower. As she adjusted the water, she had her butt facing the window. I could just see the crack of her ass. The men were able to see me but I could not see them. Nor could they see one another. Privacy is what made this fundraiser work. The women knew that they would be expected to do a fashion show in a private hotel room at a 5-star resort in our lingerie or in a bikini. For that, our club would raise a lot of money for the local SPCA.The master of ceremonies asked me to turn with my back to the video camera so that the guys could see my backside. Then I was asked to lean over and show cleavage, of.