It was probably more than she was getting from her husband. "Tell me, what are your husband's preferences? I mean, if this is for him, and all..." The... I muttered under my breath, "lucky guy" loud enough for her to hear, soft enough to have been a private thought accidentally released."His preferences. You mean colors?" No no. You. His preferences about you. Like, does he like your hair, or your, uh, top, or your, uh, bottom, or..." Now it was my turn to feel uncomfortable. I restarted. "I. "All you need are these,"she said holding out a pair of patent red 5" spike heels. "We allchipped in and bought them for you just for today." Tommy sat down andput them on so the girls could have their fun.He stood up at there insistance."A little high for working in a beauty salon all day aren't they?" heasked standing there now looking down at the red high heeled shoes onhis feet."But perfect for the everyday 60's housewife look you are going for."Tommy was the spitting image of a 1960's. "Ah, what a beautiful morning. And to think Christmas is only next week! You know, we should really put up some of those decorations"."Yeah, it's about time alright".And with that, she left. My head was spinning and my heart pounding. I could barely believe this was happening. Everything I had dreamt of was becoming reality.About an hour later I found her on the patio catching some rays. She lay there topless. The Indian sun scorching down on her beautiful, curvaceous body. When she saw me she. After I knocked on the door, I heard a few sounds from inside and it took Zakir 2 minutes to open the door.As soon as the door opened, I saw Deepa aunty inside sitting on his bed, adjusting the pallu of her saree trying to cover her assets. Then Zakir said –Zakir: Arre Raj, aunty was bored waiting for Kartik, so I invited her to my room.Before I could say anything, Kartik came back and aunty went to Kartik’s room. Aunty was staying that night in Kartik’s room. At night around 11 pm, I slept on.