Bhut sunder ghr tha unka, wo mere aage aage chal rhi thi or m unki moti gand k patho ko hilte dekh k pagal hota ja rha thaandar aa k phle aaunti ne mu...e coldrink pilayi or khuch khane ko diya uske bad hum ghar ko sajane me lag gye.m ladiya lga rha tha wo neeche se meri help kr rhi thi, beech beech me m unki badi badi balls par Bhi nigah dal leta tha unka figure kayamat tha is umer me bhi36 26 38 sach me koi nhi man sakta tha k unki shadi ko itne sal ho chuke h, maine dheere dheere unse baate. I don’t think my nose is broken though.’ I reached up and ran the tip of a finger down the bridge of my nose, not feeling any unusual bumps or breaks. ‘It might not be broken but it’s going to be a very interesting colour in the morning.’ He had stood back up and threw the bloodied flannel into the wastepaper basket before retrieving a fresh one from the shelf above the sink. After rinsing it in warm water, he started to wipe my face gently and it was all that I could do to stop from sighing. My wife had a warm-up outfit on with sneakers, dressed very casual compared to me. But I wasn't suspicious that she was up to anything at this time. We had dinner and instead of going home she drove the car in the opposite direction. Pulled into the Parking lot of a Holiday Matrix Spa. Parked the car told me what I was to do. The parking lot was filled with people. They had an attendant directing traffic it was so crowded. It was a Monday night, which I found out is their busiest night of the. "-=)0(=-Simon looked out at the dark city as Charlene drove him to the airport. She had started talking about finding lost girls and jungle rebels as soon as they had pulled on to the highway, but Simon's mind was elsewhere. His eyes kept returning to hers. They were dark blue, almost purple, and her willowy body was tantalizingly close.Simon choked back a laugh. "She looks like a college co-ed driving her old uncle to the airport," he thought."You're not laughing at me, are you?" she asked."No.