I wondered who drew and who played. There was also an overstuffed chair sitting kitty corner to the couch and a tastefully decorated wood coffee table...with a crocheted doily and magazines sitting on top of it along with what I assumed was today’s mail. I was pulled out of my observations by Mrs. Jenkins and Mrs. Mason talking. Mrs. Jenkins was telling her everything she knew about me. I was Crystal Miller. I was 17, I liked butterflies. On and On and On. Finally Mrs. Jenkins stood up, picked. He stayed on the 5th floor. We had no choice but to go up the stairs, in my ridiculously tall shoes. The boy met us at the landing, smiling away. We were so mad at him!“Where are you bringing us?” my husband asked.He told us to follow him. When we reached up, both of us were sweating and panting heavily, but the boy was so fit it doesn t, bother him. My husband is obese, is diabetic and has heart problems. He looked like he might collapse.Me too, though I am very tall (I m 1. 78 m. .. let me guess... Gem?”“No Glitter.”“Figures. My real name is Clare and I let the men call me Clare. I like older men. I know, strange, but I do hope to fall in love with someone not to old and move on. Anyway get a shower, I’m just across the hall and my door is always open, even if I’m playing with myself.” With that and a wink she was gone. I stepped into the shower and took my clothes off gently shaking each one into the tub basin. I took the shower head and washed the dirt and grime down. Maina nightbulb ke light me dekha maa jhat se chadar dal le maina pucha ke maa kal walk me chalna hai to maa ne kaha ke mai tujha utha dungi ja ja kar so ja.Mai apna room me aaya aur mood mar kar so gaya maa subha mujha uthana aay mai raat ko mood marne k waja se apna pura kapda utar deya tha is leya nangha so raha tha mera lund khada tha us wakt maa aay mera bagal me bat gai aur mujha uthana laga mai utha aur apni halat dekh karghabara gaya aur apna lubd ko dhakne ke kosis karna laga aur.