Properly donned – if there can be such a thing with this dress – it is several sizes too small to comfortably contain my swelling 28C breasts and ...he hem line covers my panties by a scant few inches – if I’m wearing panties, that is – which tradition also dictates that I must not. On this occasion I was indeed sans panties yet again, with the dress – improperly donned, some might say - unbuttoned to my midriff and the hemline hiked up to my twenty-inch waist. That’s not to suggest I was. "I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. This might be the only shower I get this week." Take your time. Samantha called and they aren't ready yet either. Is there still any bread left?" Depends on whether the locusts left any. Didn't some biblical guy live on honey and locusts? This time the locusts are living on bread and honey." I dashed into the bathroom and locked the door just in time. I heard footsteps coming down from the attic and barely had the water on when there was pounding on the. We came to house and started working on the marriage. I told aunty we will get married in the presence of Uncle only. She agreed everything. We bought new marriage dresses and arranged poojari to come to the house for the marriage ceremony. On Sunday, I knot mangal sutra to my aunty in front of uncle and we became husband and wife. We took blessings from uncle. Aunty took blessings from me and accepted as her future husband. Aunty was looking very happy in the new dress. She was just newly. But the nature of our relation seemed to change gradually. Professor – student lines were getting blurred. Her smile, her eyes, the tone of her voice: all so innocent, yet captivating. I also began to realize that these attributes seemed to be reserved for me. There was a subtle, yet definite, come-hither feel in her looks and voice. Was I imagining things? Was I entertaining wrong thoughts at this age?! As a faithful husband, it was my wife that I turned to, for advice. She was mildly amused..