She stood up and fixed her bra and shirt. She pulled down her skirt and checked herself in the mirror.“You can keep these.” She said, handing me...her panties. “You were fantastic hun. I’ll never forget joining the mile-high club with you.” Sam kissed me on the cheek, opened the door and went back to work. I got myself together and made my way back to my seat. Sam’s panties in my pocket. What a keepsake for joining the mile-high club!.I checked my messages when I settled in my seat. . Hubby himself had to admit, he'd love to have a little footballer to teach sports too, or a precious little girl to be the apple of his eye, and Sara couldn't do any of those things.So if Sara was to move in, the sixty-four dollar question becomes what happens when they do adopt the little boy or little girl who can give them all of those things? He didn't believe for a minute that the love either one of them felt for Sara would fade away when a "new" child was brought home, but things. I smile back and I am content. Julian remains asleep.We unload my boxes and clothes at the house first. Miriam and Eloise are expected later this afternoon. At Julian’s dorm we brave the frenzy of incoming freshmen, boxes, parents, a grandparent or two, plus an assortment of siblings and welcoming upperclassmen, to reach Julian’s room with our own armfuls of stuff. José Luis, Julian’s roommate, is already there and unpacked. They’re pretty similar in build and appearance, and I know from their. She used to wear sarees mostly and sometimes suits. She had been working for the past 8 years. She had seen me grow up from my teens into a young adult.She used to wear her saree below her navel. From the day she started working for us as a cook I was hooked on to ogling her! Somewhere down the line she had an idea that I used to constantly stare at her navel. The kitchen stove in our house was overlooking the dinning area. So when she would stand and cook on the gas stove, I could see her.