The clothing and accessories in your apartment-which is now in Veronica's name- have been changed into their feminine counter-parts. You had a family,...who died in a plane crash that happened about seven years ago."Roger Lawrence, on the other hand, has just upped and disappeared. No alterations to erase him were made; his friends and family will think that something has happened to him, and they will _not_ believe you if you say that you were him once upon a time."Past that- nothing. No more. " You have a point there. But it doesn't tell me when you started wishing I was your wife, and not your mother." "I relly do not remember how far back it was when I started wishing that. It might have been the first time I saw you partly dressed, either after a shower or getting ready for bed, when I was either in the fifth grade, just before school was out, or while I was in the sixth grade I think. When ever it was, I started noticing girls for the first time." Partly dressed?" Yes, you were. Still probing her mouth with my tongue, I brought one hand around and slid it between her legs, fondling her there. We were both breathing heavily by then, but she made no sound, beyond the occasional small whimper. Even when I pulled my mouth away from hers and dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted her dress, she said nothing, did nothing. When I began to kiss and nuzzle the mound between her legs. When I reached up, letting her dress fall over my head, and pulled her panties down. I found that at that age she made a few heads turn. She was my supervisor and we worked for one of the departmental stores at Mandaveli in Chennai and being late Feb it was time to take stock of the commodities which were all holed up in the fourth floor of the building. Thilaga was 26 years older than I was at the time but she had a problem she had just started to work in her life due to vacuum created by her husband’s demise. I tried my best to help her out as much as I could. I even covered.